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A song of joy unto the Lord we sing
and publish forth the favours He hath shown.
We sing His praise from whom all joy doth spring
and tell abroad the wonders He hath done
for such were never since the world begun.
His love therefore, oh! let us all confess;
and to the sons of men His works express.
[As on this day, the Son of God was born,
the blessed Word was then incarnate made;
the Lord, to be a Servant held no scorn;
the Godhead was with human nature clad;
and Flesh, a Throne above all Angels had.
His love therefore, oh! let us all confess;
and to the sons of men His works express.]
[Our sin and sorrows on Himself He took,
on us His bliss and goodness to bestow.
To visit Earth, He Heav’n a while forsook
and to advance us high, descended low;
that in His footsteps we to Heav’n may go.]
His love therefore, oh! let us all confess;
and to the sons of men His works express.
As on the night before this blessed morn,
a troop of angels unto shepherds told,
where in a stable He was poorly born,
Whom nor the earth, nor Heav’n of heav’ns can hold.
Through Bethlem rung this news at their return;
yea, angels sung, that GOD WITH US was born:
and they made mirth, because we should not mourn.
His love therefore, oh! let us all confess;
and to the sons of men His works express.
[This favour Christ vouchsafed for our sake,
to buy us thrones, He in a manger lay.
Our weakness tooke, that we His strength might take,
and was disrobed, that He might us array;
our flesh He wore, our sin to wear away.
Our Curse He bore, that we escape it may.
And wept for us, that we might sing for aye.
His love therefore, oh! let us all confess;
and to the sons of men His works express.]
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