Whitby Free Press, 27 Nov 1991, p. 62

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May the Christmas Spirit wan your hearts now & throughout the 'New Year! LFrom the staff of TELECOMMUNICATIONS SOLUTIONS INC. 1621l MeEwen Dr., Unit #6 WH1TBY 433-1133 -22 I 7O COME ALL YE FAITHFUL Ocorne, ail ye fathful, JoYful and triumphant, O corne ye, O corne ye to Bethelehem;, Corne and behold Hirn, Born the King of Angels; Refin O corne, let us adore Hlm, O corne, let us adore Hlm O corne let us adore Hirn, Christ, the Lord. Sing, choirs of angels. Sirig with exultations, Sing, ail ye citizens of heav'n above; Glory to god In the highest Yea, Lord we greet Thee, Born this happy morning Jesus, to Thee be glory giv'n; Word of the the Father,' Now in flesh appearing. IIT CAME UPON A NMNIT CLEAR It came upon a rnidnight 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, Frorn heaven's ali-graclous King!' The world in solernn stillness lay To hear the angels sing. Stili through the dloyen sies they corne With peaceful wings unfurled, And still their heavenly music floats O'er ail 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. And ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forrns are bending low, Who toi! along the clirnbing way With painful steps and slow, Look now! For glad and golden hours Corne swiftly on the wing; O rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing. For Io, the days are hastning on, By prophet bards foretold, When with the ever cirdling years, Cornes round the age of gold; When peace shail over ail the Earth Its ancient splendcars fling, And the whole world give back the song Which now the angels sing. r

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