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Lord Jesu, we adore Thee now

Author: W. H. H. Jervois Appears in 1 hymnal Used With Tune: ALSATIAN
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Creator Spirit, by whose aid

Author: John Dryden Appears in 186 hymnals Topics: The Holy Spirit; Whitsuntide Used With Tune: ALSATIAN Text Sources: Latin of 9th cent.
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The Shepherds Went Their Hasty Way

Author: Samuel Taylor Coleridge Appears in 2 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The shepherds went their hasty way, And found the lowly stable shed Where the virgin mother lay: Now they checked their eager tread, For to the Babe that to her clung, A mother’s song the virgin sung. 2 They told her how a glorious light, Far streaming from a heavenly throng. Round them shone, suspending night! While more sweet than mother’s song, Blest angels hailed the Savior’s birth; Glory to God, and peace on earth. 3 She listened to the tale divine, And closer still the Babe she pressed; While she cried, "The Babe is mine!" Mother love o’erflowed her breast: Joy rose within her, like summer’s morn; Peace, peace on earth; its Prince is born. 4 "Then," cried she, "is my soul elate, That strife should vanish, battle cease; Poor am I, of low estate, Mother of the Prince of Peace. Joy rises in me like summer’s morn"; Peace, peace on earth; its Prince is born. Used With Tune: [The shepherds went their hasty way] Text Sources: Sibylline Leaves (London: Rest Fenner, 1817)
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