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to men from heav'n all gracious 
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing

For lo the days are hast'ning on by prophets seen
Rivers and stones and the trees of the field, they sing in the night
And a thousand tongues lay deep in your lungs to raise to the sky
Don't lie
to men from heav'n all gracious 
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing

For lo the days are hast'ning on by prophets seen
to men from heav'n all gracious 
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing

For lo the days are hastening on by prophets seen
to men from heaven all gracious 
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing

For lo the days are hastening on by prophets seen
to men from heaven all gracious 
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing

For lo the days are hastening on by prophets seen
to men from heav'n all gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing

For lo the days are hast'ning on by prophets seen of old
that song
It was your blessing and your curse
But in your tongue
There is no word for home
There'll be no one
To roll away the stone
O Evangeline
to men from heaven all gracious 
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing

For lo the days are hastening on by prophets seen
of the soft mystery
I'll love you if you'll love me; o guide me
With the gold of Gabriel's wing grant me the tongue
That all the earth does sing
Vibrating
Come Thou Fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me
painful steps and slow,
Look, now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing:
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!

For
Come, Thou Fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy, never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some
painful steps and slow,
Look, now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing:
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!

For
glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing
O rest beside the weary road and hear the angels sing

For lo the days are hastening on by prophets
painful steps and slow,
Look, now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing:
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!

For
Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise
The glories of my God and King
The triumphs of His grace

My gracious Master
Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise
The glories of my God and King
The triumphs of His grace

My gracious Master
Over lines by the ways o' man
Stalk the birdie biker clan
Where the rooks and the hoodies fed
On a feast of MacAdam's dead
He's a speaker o
to men from heav'n all gracious 
King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing

For lo the days are hast'ning on by prophets seen
Come thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing thy grace
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some
to men from heav'n all gracious King
The world in solemn stillness lay to hear the angels sing

For lo the days are hast'ning on by prophets seen of old
Look now! for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing;
O rest beside the weary road
And hear the angels sing.

For lo! the days are hastening
the mountain, sparkling like a fountain,
                All sufficient Grace for even me.
     Broader than the scope of my transgressions,
     sing it!
Come, Thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace
Streams of mercy, never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some