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Blessed night, when first that plain
echoed with the joyful strain:
'Peace has come to earth again.'
Happy shepherds, on whose ear
fell the tidings glad and dear;
'God to man is drawing near.'
Babe of promise, born at last,
after weary ages past,
when our hopes were overcast,
We adore thee as our King,
and to thee our song we sing,
our best offering to thee bring.
'Lamb of God'-thy lowly Name,
King of kings we thee proclaim,
heaven and earth shall hear its fame.