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I: Gladness fills the world this morn

Gladness fills the world this morn,-- Blessed morn, the heavens are ringing, For the Lord of life is born, And the choirs are singing.

Angel-bands whose harps resound With the joy that thrills in glory;-- Sons of men, let praise abound, For the wondrous story.

Now fulfilled what seer and sage Spoke to men through ages hoary;-- What was writ upon the page, Now appears in glory.

From the love of God He came, Born true Man, yet God abiding, And Immanuel is His name, With His folk residing.

'Alleluia, let us sing, For the choirs in light are singing; Costly offerings let us bring, For the wise are bringing.