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christmastide.
Christmastide.
"Hark! the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King."
Glory to the new-born King."
The herald angels sing anew
The sweet familiar strain
The wondering shepherds first did hear
At night on Bethlehem's plain.
As sweetly now to us they sing,
"Peace and goodwill to men we bring."
The sweet familiar strain
The wondering shepherds first did hear
At night on Bethlehem's plain.
As sweetly now to us they sing,
"Peace and goodwill to men we bring."
The Christmas bells ring out again
A merry joyous peal;
And as we listen to their chime
The hardest hearted feel
The holy influence of the hour—
The Christ-child's wond'rous softening power.
A merry joyous peal;
And as we listen to their chime
The hardest hearted feel
The holy influence of the hour—
The Christ-child's wond'rous softening power.
And for a space the hearts of all
Beat kindlier and truer;
We feel more pitiful towards
The erring, weak, and poor.
Mankind grows tender and humane
When Christ, the Infant King, doth reign.
Beat kindlier and truer;
We feel more pitiful towards
The erring, weak, and poor.
Mankind grows tender and humane
When Christ, the Infant King, doth reign.
Old Father Christmas re-appears
With happy, genial smile;
And while the children dance about,
Just for a little while
We elders lay aside our cares
And laugh with hearts as light as theirs.
With happy, genial smile;
And while the children dance about,
Just for a little while
We elders lay aside our cares
And laugh with hearts as light as theirs.
