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EVERYBODY’S CHORUS
Glad are the flowers upon the trees,
And all the birds beyond degree
That give a joyful melody;
Releasing tunes of greatest glee.
Red roses, rise to chant my hymn,
And every being that bears within
A breath, a life, and strength, and bring
A blessed tune, my lovely strings.
Should winds sweep now across my being,
I won't resist their broadened wings.
Come, finest tunes and grand octaves;
Let my ears vibrate at the wave.
I stand on beauty's mighty hill,
That rises through the skies at will,
To joyfully my message bring:
“Today is born the greatest King.”
Come, blessedness of all degree;
Descend upon me in a spree;
Let me ascend into your midst,
And stay in your whirlpool so great.
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EVERYBODY`S CHORUS
EVERYBODY`S CHORUS
