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We give thee but Thine own
We give to God immortal praise
We know the guardian Angels'
O praise God in his holiness: praise him in the firmament of his power
Wake and sing, good Christians
Looking upward every day
Let the merry Church bells ring
Here, Lord, we offer Thee all that is fairest
Listen to the wondrous story
Glory be to Jesus
All is bright and cheerful round us
All praise to Thee, my God, this night
All things bless Thee, God most holy
All things praise Thee, Lord most high
All this night bright angels sing
As with gladness men of old
At the Name of Jesus ev'ry knee shall bow
On to the field! let us on to the field!
If you cannot on the ocean
Upward where the stars are burning
We are but little children weak
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna in the highest!
Around the Throne of God a band
Lord of my life whose tender care
Thou bid'st us seek Thee early
Hear us, Holy Jesu
King of Glory! Saviour dear!
We beseech Thee, hear us
Shepherd of those sunlit-mountains
Noel! Noel!
The stars are shining bright and clear
Christ, the Lord, is risen today
Christian children must be holy
Christian children, wake and listen
Christians, awake, salute the happy morn
Come, children, lift your voices
Come, Christian children, come and raise
Dear children, evermore
God is love
Easter Day hath dawn'd again
Rise, the risen Saviour saith!
And dost Thou ask me, dearest Lord
Angels, roll the rock away!
Angel voices ever singing
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!
Come and worship, come and worship
As helpless as a child who clings
Ere the waning light decay
Every morning the red sun
Fair waved the golden corn

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