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| Francis Poulenc (1899-1963) |
Wednesday, December 28, 2016
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Joy to the world,the Lord is come.
ReplyDeleteLet earth receive her King.
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And heaven and Nature sing.
Joy to the world!, the Savior reigns
Let men their songs employ
While fields and floods, rocks hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy.
No more let Sin and Sorrow grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground
He coes to make His blessings flow
For as the Curse is found.
He rules the world
With Truth and Grace
And makes the nations prove
The glories of His righteousness
And wonders of His love.