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Cold on His cradle the dew - drops are shining ; Low lies His bed with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him , in slumber reclining , Maker , and Monarch , and Saviour of all ! Say , shall we yield Him , in costly devotion , Odours ...
Cold on His cradle the dew - drops are shining ; Low lies His bed with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him , in slumber reclining , Maker , and Monarch , and Saviour of all ! Say , shall we yield Him , in costly devotion , Odours ...
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Page 16 - Star of the East, the horizon adorning, guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid. cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining ; low lies his Head with the beasts of the stall; angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of alL...
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| Title | Hymns for the lifting up of the hearts of God's people [ed. by F. Ford]. |
| Author | Hymns |
| Editor | Frederick Ford |
| Published | 1834 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 5 Apr 2006 |
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