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Far, far away on Judea's plains, Shepherds of old heard the joyous strains: (Refrain) Glory to God, glory to God, Glory to God in the highest; Peace on earth, good will to men; Peace on earth, good will to men. Sweet are these strains of redeeming love, Message of mercy from heaven above: (Refrain) Lord, with the angels we too would rejoice; Help us to sing with the heart and voice: (Refrain) Hasten the time when, from every clime, Men shall unite in the strains sublime: (Refrain) | ||||||||||||||||
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