Hark from on High Those Blissful Strains! (EN 3691)

EN 3691 Hark from on High Those Blissful Strains!

Luke.2.13

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Hark from on high those blissful strains!

Whence can such sweetness be?

Have angels waked their golden harps

With Heav’ns own minstrelsy?

With Heav’ns own minstrelsy?

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Or do we hear the cherub voice

Of infant bands who raise,

Soaring from earth celestial notes

In their Creator’s praise?

In their Creator’s praise?

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Thus spake the shepherds—yet with dread,

So strange the sounds they heard,

While o’er their slumb’ring flocks they kept

Their wonted nightly guard,

Their wonted nightly guard.

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And soon they saw a dazzling light

Beam through the starry way,

And shining seraphs clust’ring where

The infant Jesus lay,

The infant Jesus lay.

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They came a Savior’s birth to tell,

And tunes of rapture sing;

Hence the glad notes that filled the air—

Each swept his loudest string,

Each swept his loudest string.

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But now in accents soft and kind

The chieftain angel said,

“Heav’ns tidings of great joy we bear—

Shepherds, be not afraid,

Shepherds, be not afraid.”

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