Fair is
creation
marvellous
God’s heaven,
blest the souls
in their pilgrim throng.
Through realms
of earthly
loveliness
onward
we go to
paradise with song!
Ages lie
waiting,
ages quick in
passing,
generations that
form a throng.
Music from
heaven
never falls
silent
in this the
soul’s glad pilgrim song
Angels first
sang it
to the wond’ring
shepherds,
sweet was from
soul to soul its sound:
Peace and
rejoicing
be to all
people,
for us a
saviour now is found!
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