New Year Song

They say that the year is old and gray,That his eyes are dim with sorrow;But what care we, though he pass away?For the New Year comes tomorrow. No sighs have we for the roses fled,No tears for the vanished summer;Fresh flowers will spring where the old are dead,To welcome the glad new comer. He brings

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Hang Up The Baby’s Stocking

Hang up the baby’s stockingBe sure you don’t forget!The dear little dimpled darling,She never saw Christmas yet!But I’ve told her all about it,And she opened her big blue eyes;And I’m sure she understood it-She looked so funny and wise. Dear, what a tiny stocking!It doesn’t take much to holdSuch little pink toe’s as baby’sAway from

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The Bluebird song

I know the song that the bluebird is singing,Out in the apple-tree where he is swinging;Brave little fellow, the skies may look dreary;Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery. Hark! how the music leaps out from his throat,Hark! was there ever so merry a note?Listen awhile and you’ll hear what he’s saying,Up in

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Oh Realm of Light!

Oh realm of light! whose morning starTo Bethlehem’s manger led the way,Not yet upon our longing eyesShines the full splendor of thy day:Yet still across the centuries fall,Both strong and sweet, our Lord’s command;And still with steadfast faith we cry,“Behold, the kingdom is at hand!” Oh realm of Heav’n! whose dawn beganWith love’s divine, incarnate

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I Love To Hear The Story

I love to hear the storyWhich angel voices tell,How once the King of gloryCame down on earth to dwell.I am both weak and sinful;But this I surely know,The Lord came down to save me,Because He loved me so. II I’m glad my blessèd SaviorWas once a child like me,To show how pure and holyHis little

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Tell The Blessed Tidings

Tell the blessèd tidings, children of the King,With your glad hosannas make the morning ring:Songs of His salvation, nevermore should cease;Crown Him with your praises, hail Him Prince of Peace!Round His throne of triumph happy hosts attend,His the power and glory, kingdom without end. Tell the blessèd tidings, ye whose ears have heard;Tell it to

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The Wood-Dove’s Note

Meadows with yellow cowslips all aglow,Glory of sunshine on the uplands bare,And faint and far, with sweet elusive flow,The Wood-dove’s plaintive call,‘O where! where! where!’ Straight with old Omar in the almond groveFrom whitening boughs I breathe the odors rareAnd hear the princess mourning for her loveWith sad unwearied plaint,‘O where! where! where!’ New madrigals

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