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A Man There Lived in GalileeCome, Shepherds, Come!Come, shepherds, come! shake off your sleep,
And ope your weary eyes;
&#;Tis time to leave your folded sheep,
Come, shepherds, come, arise!
Hark! angels clad in bright array,
Burst forth in heav&#;nly song;
See! night grows brighter than the day,
Lit by their glistening throng.
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As Men of Old Their First Fruits BroughtAs saints of old their firstfruits brought
of orchard, flock, and field
to God, the giver of all good,
the source of bounteous yield;
so we today firstfruits would bring:
the wealth of this good land,
of farm and market, shop and home,
of mind and heart and hand.
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