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    | Hark! The Herald Angels Sing 
 
 Hark! the herald angels sing
 Glory to the new-born King!
 Peace on earth and mercy mild,
 God and sinners reconciled!
 Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
 Join the triumph of the skies;
 With the angelic host proclaim
 Christ is born in Bethlehem!
 Hark! the herald angels sing
 Glory to the new-born King!
 
 Christ, by highest heaven adored;
 Christ, the everlasting Lord;
 Late in time behold him come,
 Offspring of the Virgin's womb.
 Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
 Hail the incarnate Deity,
 Pleased as man with man to dwell;
 Jesus, our Emmanuel!
 
 Mild he lays his glory by,
 Born that man no more may die,
 Born to raise the sons of earth,
 Born to give them second birth.
 Risen with healing in his wings,
 Light and life to all he brings,
 Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
 Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
 Hail the Heaven-born Prince of Peace
 Hail the Son of Righteousness
 Light and life to all He brings
 Risen with healing in His wings
 Mild He lay His glory by
 Born that man no more may die
 
 Come Desire of Nations come,
 Fix in us thy humble home.
 Rise, the woman's conquering Seed,
 Bruise in us the serpent's head.
 Adam's likeness now efface
 Stamp thine image in its place.
 
 
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 Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
 
 
 Have yourself a merry little Christmas.
 Let your heart be light,
 From now on our troubles
 Will be out of sight.
 
 Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
 Make the Yule-tide gay,
 From now on our troubles
 Will be miles away.
 
 Here we are as in olden days,
 Happy golden days of yore,
 Faithful friends who are dear to us
 Gather near to us once more.
 
 Through the years
 We all will be together
 If the Fates allow,
 Hang a shining star
 On the highest bough,
 And have yourself
 A merry little Christmas now.
 
 
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