Текст песни Hark! The Herald Angels Sing/It Came Upon A Midnight Clear - Medley / Remastered 2006 - Bing Crosby
                                                Hark 
                                                the 
                                                herald 
                                                angels 
                                                sing
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Glory 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                newborn 
                                                King!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Peace 
                                                on 
                                                earth 
                                                and 
                                                mercy 
                                                mild
 
                                    
                                
                                                God 
                                                and 
                                                sinners 
                                                reconciled"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Joyful, 
                                                all 
                                                ye 
                                                nations 
                                                rise
 
                                    
                                
                                                Join 
                                                the 
                                                triumph 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                skies
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                angelic 
                                                host 
                                                proclaim:
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Christ 
                                                is 
                                                born 
                                                in 
                                                Bethlehem"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hark! 
                                                The 
                                                herald 
                                                angels 
                                                sing
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Glory 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                newborn 
                                                King!"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Christ 
                                                by 
                                                highest 
                                                heav'n 
                                                adored
 
                                    
                                
                                                Christ 
                                                the 
                                                everlasting 
                                                Lord!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Late 
                                                in 
                                                time 
                                                behold 
                                                Him 
                                                come
 
                                    
                                
                                                Offspring 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                Virgin's 
                                                womb
 
                                    
                                
                                                Veiled 
                                                in 
                                                flesh 
                                                the 
                                                Godhead 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hail 
                                                the 
                                                incarnate 
                                                Deity
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pleased 
                                                as 
                                                man 
                                                with 
                                                man 
                                                to 
                                                dwell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jesus, 
                                                our 
                                                Emmanuel
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hark! 
                                                The 
                                                herald 
                                                angels 
                                                sing
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Glory 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                newborn 
                                                King!"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hail 
                                                the 
                                                heav'n-born 
                                                Prince 
                                                of 
                                                Peace!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hail 
                                                the 
                                                Son 
                                                of 
                                                Righteousness!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Light 
                                                and 
                                                life 
                                                to 
                                                all 
                                                He 
                                                brings
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ris'n 
                                                with 
                                                healing 
                                                in 
                                                His 
                                                wings
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mild 
                                                He 
                                                lays 
                                                His 
                                                glory 
                                                by
 
                                    
                                
                                                Born 
                                                that 
                                                man 
                                                no 
                                                more 
                                                may 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                Born 
                                                to 
                                                raise 
                                                the 
                                                sons 
                                                of 
                                                earth
 
                                    
                                
                                                Born 
                                                to 
                                                give 
                                                them 
                                                second 
                                                birth
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hark! 
                                                The 
                                                herald 
                                                angels 
                                                sing
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Glory 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                newborn 
                                                King!"
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                came 
                                                upon 
                                                the 
                                                midnight 
                                                clear
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                glorious 
                                                song 
                                                of 
                                                old
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                angels 
                                                bending 
                                                near 
                                                the 
                                                earth
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                touch 
                                                their 
                                                harps 
                                                of 
                                                gold:
 
                                    
                                
                                                "Peace 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                earth, 
                                                goodwill 
                                                to 
                                                men
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                heavens 
                                                all 
                                                gracious 
                                                King!"
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                world 
                                                in 
                                                solemn 
                                                stillness 
                                                lay
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                hear 
                                                the 
                                                angels 
                                                sing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                cloven 
                                                skies 
                                                they 
                                                come
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                peaceful 
                                                wings 
                                                unfurled;
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                still 
                                                their 
                                                heavenly 
                                                music 
                                                floats
 
                                    
                                
                                                O'er 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                weary 
                                                world:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Above 
                                                its 
                                                sad 
                                                and 
                                                lowly 
                                                plains
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                bend 
                                                on 
                                                hovering 
                                                wing
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                ever 
                                                o'er 
                                                its 
                                                Babel 
                                                sounds
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                blessed 
                                                angels 
                                                sing
 
                                    
                                
                                                    O 
                                                ye 
                                                beneath 
                                                life's 
                                                crushing 
                                                load
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whose 
                                                forms 
                                                are 
                                                bending 
                                                low
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                toil 
                                                along 
                                                the 
                                                climbing 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                painful 
                                                steps 
                                                and 
                                                slow;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Look 
                                                now, 
                                                for 
                                                glad 
                                                and 
                                                golden 
                                                hours
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                swiftly 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                wing;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                rest 
                                                beside 
                                                the 
                                                weary 
                                                road
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                hear 
                                                the 
                                                angels 
                                                sing
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                lo! 
                                                the 
                                                days 
                                                are 
                                                hastening 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                prophets 
                                                seen 
                                                of 
                                                old
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                ever-circling 
                                                years
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shall 
                                                come 
                                                the 
                                                time 
                                                foretold
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                new 
                                                heaven 
                                                and 
                                                earth 
                                                shall 
                                                own
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Prince 
                                                of 
                                                Peace, 
                                                their 
                                                King
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                whole 
                                                world 
                                                send 
                                                back 
                                                the 
                                                song
 
                                    
                                
                                                Which 
                                                now 
                                                the 
                                                angels 
                                                sing
 
                                    
                                
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2 What Child Is This/The Holly And The Ivy - Medley / Remastered 2006
3 Winter Wonderland - Remastered 2006
4 Santa Claus Is Comin' To Town - Single Version
5 The Little Drummer Boy - Remastered
6 I Wish You A Merry Christmas - Remastered 2006
7 Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! - Remastered 2006
8 O Holy Night - Remastered 2006
9 Let's Start The New Year Off Right - From "Holiday Inn" Soundtrack
10 Hark! The Herald Angels Sing/It Came Upon A Midnight Clear - Medley / Remastered 2006
11 Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas - Remastered 2006
12 White Christmas - From "Holiday Inn" Soundtrack
13 Mele Kalikimaka - Single Version
14 Here Comes Santa Claus (Right Down Santa Claus Lane) - Single Version
15 Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer - Single Version
16 Frosty The Snowman - Remastered 2006
17 Twelve Days Of Christmas - Single Version
18 I'll Be Home For Christmas - Single Version
19 Jingle Bells - Single Version
20 Sleigh Ride - Single Version
21 God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen - Single Version
22 Auld Lang Syne
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