اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Hark! the mighty tones sublime,
Trumpet tongues of olden time—
Breathing on the silent air,
Shouting glory everywhere!
Hark! again their joyful sound
Rings afar, the earth around;
While a vast, adoring throng
Catch the strain and join the song.
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Unto us a Child is giv’n;
Open now the gates of Heav’n;
Eden lost, to man restored,
Thro’ the birth of Christ the Lord.
Mourning captive, cease thy tears;
Lo! the promised day appears,
Thro’ the misty veil of night,
Bursting in a flood of light;
Oh, what wondrous things are done
By the Father, thro’ the Son!
Oh, the smile of pard’ning grace,
Beaming in the Savior’s face.
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Now with healing in her wings,
Hark! a white robed angel sings:
“Mortals, from the realms above
I have borne my harp of love;
Hallelujah! sing with me;
Hail your greatest jubilee!
Sing, in purest, sweetest lays,
On this holy day of days.”
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