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What though my joys and comfort die?
The Lord my savior liveth.
What though the darkness gather round?
Songs in the night he giveth.

(My Life Flows On In Endless Song)

What Tidings Bring'st Us, Messenger?

Author (attributed to): John Audelay

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Text Information

First Line: A babe is born of high nature
Title: What Tidings Bring'st Us, Messenger?
Author (attributed to): John Audelay
Source: Burden and stanzas 1, 2, 3, 4: Trinity College, Cambridge, MS. 0.3.58; 15th century; stanza 5: Bodleian Library MS.
Refrain First Line: What tidings bring'st us, messenger
Publication Date: 1967
Copyright: Public Domain


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The Cambridge Hymnal #177

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