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Then was there with the angel,
An host incontinent Of heavenly bright soldiers,
Which from the highest was sent.
Novels, &c.
Lauding the Lord our God,
And his celestial king; All glory be in Paradise,
This heavenly host did sing.
Novels, &c.
Glory be unto our God,
That sitteth still on high, With praises and with triumph great,
And joyful melody.
Novels, &c.
But when this holy army
Of heavenly soldiers bright, Was unto God returned,
And vanished out of sight.
Novels, &c.
The shepherds' hearts joyful,
At this great glorious news, That the King of all kings
Was risen amongst the Jews.
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