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Bring a torch

Bring a torch, Jeannette, Isabella,
Bring a torch, come hurry and run.
It is Jesus, good folk of the village,
Christ is born, and Mary's calling, Ah! Ah!
Beautiful is the Mother. Ah! Ah!
Beautiful is her Son.

Skies are...

The kite in the skies doesn't feed on clouds.

The tree is sure to be pruned before it reaches the skies.

Morning has broken:

Morning has broken, like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the word.

Sweet the rain's new fall,...

Home sweet home:

Mid pleasures and palaces
Though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble,
There's no place like home.
A charm from the skies
Seems to hallow us there,
Which seek thro' the world,
Is ne'er met with elsewhere.
Home,...

Hark the herald angels sing,

Hark the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn King;
Peace on earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.
Joyful, all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies,
With angelic host proclaim,...

It came upon a midnight clear

It came upon a midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold.
Peace on the earth, good-will to men,
From heaven's all gracious King.
The world...

Glory be to God on High

Glory be to God on high,
God Whose glory fills the skies;
Peace on earth to man forgiv n,
Man, the well beloved of Heav n.

Sovereign Father, heavenly King,
Thee we now presume to sing;
Glad, Thine attributes...

Hymn for Christmas Day

See amid the winter's snow,
Born for us on earth below,
See the tender Lamb appears,
Promised from eternal years.

Chorus
Hail, thou ever-blessed morn!
Hail, redemption's happy dawn!
Sing through all...

The Manger Throne

Like silver lamps in a distant shrine,
The stars are sparkling bright
The bells of the city of God ring out,
For the Son of Mary is born to-night.
The gloom is past
And the morn at last
Is coming with orient light....

It Came Upon A Midnight Clear

It came upon the midnight clear
That glorious song of old
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold
Peace on the earth, good will to men
From heaven's all gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay

To hear...

If a dog's prayers were answered, bones would rain from the skies.