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mostle exquisite
Through the midnight heaven an
angel flew
and a soft low song sang he;
and the moon + the stars + the rolling clouds
Heard that holy melody
He sang of the bliss of sinless souls
'Neath the tents of eden bowers;
Of God the Great One he sang
and unfeigned was his praise of
Godhead's powers
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A little babe in his arms he bore
For this world of woe and tears;
and the sound of his song in the
soul of the child
Kept ringing tho wordless for years
and long languished she on this
earth below
With a wondrous longing filled
But the world's harsh songs could
not change for her
The notes which that angel trilled
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Goodnight my love Your Grace | p. 74
mostle exquisite
Through the midnight heaven an
angel flew
and a soft low song sang he;
and the moon + the stars + the rolling clouds
Heard that holy melody
He sang of the bliss of sinless souls
'Neath the tents of eden bowers;
Of God the Great One he sang
and unfeigned was his praise of
Godhead's powers
-----------------------------------
A little babe in his arms he bore
For this world of woe and tears;
and the sound of his song in the
soul of the child
Kept ringing tho wordless for years
and long languished she on this
earth below
With a wondrous longing filled
But the world's harsh songs could
not change for her
The notes which that angel trilled
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Goodnight my love Your Grace |