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PGCJ.774.069
24 Dec 1774:41 (572)
AN ODE FOR CHRISTMAS MORN. And there were shepherds in the
country feeding their flocks. [signed] Luke.
First Shepherd.
At this unwonted hour, behold,
What strikes my wond'ring soul with fear;
How all you cast is streak'd with gold,
As if the op'ning morn was near!
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Chorus of Angels.
Glory to God in strains till now unknown,
From ev'ry glowing seraph round his throne.--
Peace to this globe--all worlds admire the plan
Of heav'n's free, vast benevolence to man.
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