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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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