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Be Merry All

Author: William R. Spencer Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9579 Meter: 8.8.8.7 First Line: Be merry all, be merry all Lyrics: 1 Be merry all, be merry all, With holly dress the festive hall, Prepare the song, the feast, the ball, To welcome merry Christmas. 2 And oh! remember gentles gay, For you who bask in fortune’s ray, The year is all a holiday, The poor have only Christmas. 3 When you, with velvets mantled o’er, Defy December’s tempests frore, O spare one garment from your store To clothe the poor at Christmas. 4 From blazing loads of fuel, while Your homes with indoor summer smile, Oh! spare one faggot from your pile To warm the poor at Christmas. 5 When you the costly banquet deal To guests who never famine feel, Oh! spare one morsel from your meal To feed the poor at Christmas, 6 When generous wine your care controls, And gives new joy to happiest souls, Oh! spare one goblet from your bowls To cheer the poor at Christmas. 7 So shall each note of mirth appear More sweet to Heav’n than praise or prayer, And angels in their carols there Shall bless the rich at Christmas. Languages: English Tune Title: GREENWELL

I Love The Holy Son Of God

Author: Asa Abel Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #10565 Meter: 8.8.8.7 Lyrics: 1 I love the holy Son of God, Who once this vale of sorrow trod, Who bore my sins, a dreadful load, Up Calvary’s gloomy mountain. 2 There on the cross the Savior hung, The sport of many an impious tongue, While pain extreme His nature wrung, And flowed life’s crimson fountain. 3 The sun would not behold the scene, But round Him threw night’s sable screen; Nature was robed in mourning mien, And sighed when Jesus suffered. 4 But ah! His persecutors stood, Reviling Christ, the Son of God, Unmoved to see His gushing blood, And shocking insults offered. 5 O! why did not His fury burn, And floods of vengeance on them turn? Amazing! See, His bowels yearn In soft compassion on them. 6 No fury kindles in His eyes, They beam with love—and when He dies, "Father, forgive," the sufferer cries, "They know not!"—O forgive them. 7 How ardent ought my love to be To Him who’s done so much for me; My constant service, faithful, free— And all my powers employing. 8 I should my cross with pleasure bear, And place my all of glorying there, In His reproach most gladly share, In tribulation joying. 9 And never shall it be concealed, He hath to me His love revealed, Of all my sins a pardon sealed— I feel His blessèd favor. 10 In Him I do and will rejoice; I’ll praise Him with a cheerful voice, Until the theme my tongue employs In Heaven above, forever. Languages: English Tune Title: GREENWELL