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<h2>FROM EVERY SPIRE ON CHRISTMAS EVE</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> Eleanor A. Hunter.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Duane Street,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_o_coles_g.html" target="_blank">George Coles</a>, 1835 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_d_duane_st.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>From every spire on Christmas Eve, the Christmas bells ring clearly out<br>
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Their message of goodwill and peace, with many a call and silver shout.<br>
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For faithful hearts, the angels’ song still echoes in the frosty air,<br>
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And by the altar low they bow, in adoration and in prayer.</p>
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<p>A thousand blessed memories throng, the stars are holy signs to them,<br>
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And from the eyes of every child looks forth the Babe of Bethlehem;<br>
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But there are others, not like these, whose brows are sad, whose hopes are crossed,<br>
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To whom the season brings no cheer, and life’s most gracious charm is lost.</p>
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<p>To whom that story, old and sweet, is but a fable at the best,<br>
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The Christmas music mocks their ears, and life has naught of joy or rest.<br>
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Oh! for angel’s voice to pierce the clouds of grief that over them rise,<br>
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The mists of doubt and unbelief that veil the blue of Christmas skies.</p>
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<p>That they, at last, may see the Light which shines from Bethlehem, and unfold<br>
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For Christ the treasures of their hearts, richer than spicery or gold.<br>
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Hope of the ages, draw Thou near, till all the earth shall own Thy sway,<br>
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And when Thou reignest in every heart it will, indeed, be Christmas Day.</p>
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