title: The Happy Christmas Comes Once More
key: Christmas
harp type: Chromatic
genre: F
skill: Any

W: Nicolai F.S. Grundtvig
M: C. Balle
Key: F
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The hap-py Christ-mas comes once more,
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The heav’n-ly Guest is at the door,
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The bless-èd words the shep-herds thrill,
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The joy-ous tid-ings, “Peace, good will.”
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This world, though wide and far outspread,
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Could scarcely find for You a bed.
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Your cradle was a manger stall,
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No pearl nor silk nor kingly hall.
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O let us go with quiet mind,
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The gentle Babe with shepherds find,
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To gaze on Him Who gladdens them,
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The loveliest flower of Jesse’s stem.
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The lowly Savior meekly lies,
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Laid off the splendor of the skies;
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No crown bedecks His forehead fair,
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No pearl, nor gem, nor silk is there.
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O wake, our hearts, in gladness sing,
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And keep our Christmas with our King,
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Till living song, from loving souls,
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Like sound of mighty water rolls.
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O holy Child, Thy manger gleams
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Till earth and heaven glow with its beams,
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Till midnight noon’s broad light hath won,
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And Jacob’s star outshines the sun.
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Thou patriarchs’ joy, Thou prophets’ song,
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Thou heavenly Dayspring, looked for long,
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Thou Son of Man, incarnate Word,
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Great David’s Son, great David’s Lord.
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Come, Jesus, glorious heavenly Guest,
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Keep Thine own Christmas in our breast,
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Then David’s harp strings, hushed so long,
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Shall swell our jubilee of song.