Noel Noel
'Tis the day, the blessed day
On which our Lord was born
And sweetly do the sunbeams gild
The dew bespangled thorn
The birds sing through the heavens clear
The breezes gently play
And song and sunshine lovely
Begin this Holy Day
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Now hearthe salutation
Of angel Gabriel
In a humble feeding trough
Within a lowly shed
With cattle at His Infant feet
And shepherds at His head
The Savior of this sinful world, in innocense first lay
And wise men made their off'ring
Upon a Holy Day
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Now hearthe salutation
Of angel Gabriel
He will save the perishing
Will waft the sighs to heav'n
Of guilty men, who truly seek, and weep to be forgiv'n
And Intercessor still He shines
And men to Him should pray
Before His alter meekly
Upon this Holy Day
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Now hearthe salutation
Of angel Gabriel
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