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HARK! the herald angels sing "Glory to the new-born King, "Peace on earth, and mercy mild, "God and sinners reconcil'd."

Joyful all ye nations rise, Join the triumph of the skies, With the angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem.

Christ by highest heaven ador'd, Christ the everlasting Lord; Late in time behold him come, Offspring of a Virgin's womb.

Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead he, Hail the incarnate Deity; Pleas'd as man with t' appear, Jesus, our Immanuel, here!

Hail the heaven-born prince of peace Hail the Sun of righteousness; Light and life to all he brings, Ris'n with healing in his wings.

Mild, he lays his glory by, Born that man no more should die, Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth.



The Holly and the Ivy, Now are both well grown, Of all the trees that are in the wood, The holly bears the crown.

The rising of the sun, The running of the deer, The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the choir.

The holly bears a blossom, As white as the lilly flower, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, To be our sweet Saviour.

The holly bears a berry, As red as any blood, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, To do poor sinners good.

The holly bears a prickle, As sharp as any thorn, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, On Christmas day in the morn.

The holly bears a bark, As bitter as any gall, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, For to redeem us all.

The Holly and the Ivy, Now are both well grown, Of all the trees that are in the wood, The Holly bears the crown.