Christmas Carols, Ancient and Modern

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A. Wessels Company, 1905 - 140 sidor

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Sida 31 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Sida 54 - JOY to the world ! the Lord is come ; Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing.
Sida 57 - To you in David's town, this day, Is born of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign. 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Sida 122 - God rest you, merry gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, For Jesus Christ our Saviour Was born on Christmas Day.
Sida 26 - In homely manger trembling lies, Alas, a piteous sight ! The inns are full; no man will yield This little pilgrim bed, But forced he is with silly beasts In crib to shroud his head. Despise him not for lying there, First, what he is inquire; An orient pearl is often found In depth of dirty mire.
Sida 56 - Prince of peace ! Hail, the Sun of righteousness ! Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings : 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.
Sida 55 - 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.
Sida 113 - As Joseph was a-walking, He heard an angel sing : ' This night shall be born Our heavenly King. ' He neither shall be born In housen nor in hall, Nor in the place of Paradise, But in an ox's stall. ' He neither shall be clothed In purple nor in pall, But all in fair linen As wear babies all. ' He neither shall be rocked In silver nor in gold, But in a wooden cradle That rocks on the mould...
Sida 119 - Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee ? When shall my sorrows have an end, Thy joys when shall I see...
Sida 25 - BEHOLD a silly, tender Babe, In freezing winter night, In homely manger trembling lies; Alas! a piteous sight. The inns are full: no man will yield This little Pilgrim bed ; But forced he is with silly beasts In crib to shroud his head. Despise him not for lying there; First what he is inquire: An Orient pearl is often found In depth of dirty mire. Weigh not his crib, his wooden dish, Nor beasts that by him feed; Weigh not his mother's poor attire, Nor Joseph's simple weed. This...

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