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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>IN THE LONELY MIDNIGHT</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“A great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, saying, ‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom His favor rests.’” Luke 2:13-14</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_o_cotterill_t.html" target="_blank">Theodore Chickering Williams</a>, 1914.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Lonely Midnight,” Alonzo P. Howard (1838-1902) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_l_lonelymi.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“Lyndhurst,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_v_a_vail_sj.html" target="_blank">Silas Jones Vail</a> (1818-1884) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_l_lyndhurs.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>In the lonely midnight on the wintry hill,<br>
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Shepherds heard the angels singing, “Peace, good will.”<br>
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Listen, O ye weary, to the angels’ song,<br>
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Unto to you the tidings of great joy belong.</p>
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<p>Though in David’s city angels sing no more,<br>
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Love makes angel music on earth’s darkest shore;<br>
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Though no heavenly glory meet your wondering eyes,<br>
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Love can make your dwelling bright as paradise.</p>
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<p>Though the Child of Mary, sent from heaven on high,<br>
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In His manger cradle may no longer lie,<br>
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Love is King forever, though the proud world scorn;<br>
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If ye truly seek Him, Christ your King is born.</p>
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