 MUSIC ON CHRISTMAS MORNING by Ann Bronte Read for LooperVox.org by Brianna Call Music I love but never strain Could kindle raptures so divine So grieve a sage, so conquer pain And rouse his tensive heart of mine As that we hear on Christmas morning Upon the wintry breezes born Though darkness still her empire keep And hours must pass their morning break From troubled dreams or slumbers deep That music kindly bits us wake It calls us with an angel's voice To wake and worship Andrew Joyce To grieve with joy the glorious mourn Which angels welcomed long ago When our redeeming Lord was born To bring the light of heaven below Empowers of darkness too to spell And rescue earth from death and hell While listening to that sacred strain My raptured spirit soars on high I seem to hear those songs again Sounding through the open sky That kindled such divine delight In those who watched their flocks by night With them I celebrate his birth Glory to God in highest heaven Goodwill to men and peace on earth To us a savior king is given Our God has come to clean his own And Satan's power is overthrown A sinless God for sinful men Descends to suffer and to bleed Helmlust renounce its empire then The price is paid, the world is freed And Satan's self must now confess That Christ has earned a right to bless Now holy peace may smile from heaven And heavenly truth from earth shall spring The captives galling blondes are riven For our redeemer is our king And he that gave his blood for men Will lead us home to God again End of poem This recording is in the public domain Music On Christmas Morning by Anne Bronte Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence Music I love, but never strain Can kindle raptures so divine So grief assuage, so conquer pain And rouse as pence of heart of mine As that we hear on Christmas morning Upon the wintry breezes born Though darkness till her empire keep And hours must pass From troubled dreams or slumbers deep That music kindly bids us wake It calls us with an angel's voice To wake and worship and rejoice To greet with joy the glorious morn Which angels welcomed long ago When our redeeming Lord was born To bring the light of heaven below The powers of darkness to dispel And rescue earth from death and hell While listening to that sacred strain My raptured spirit soars on high I seem to hear those songs again Resounding through the open sky That kindled such divine delight In those who watched their flocks by night With them I celebrate his birth Glory to God in highest heaven Good will to men and peace on earth To us a Saviour king is given Our God has come to claim his own And Satan's power is overthrown A sinless God for sinful men Descends to suffer and to bleed Hell must renounce its empire then The price is paid, the world is freed And Satan's self must now confess That Christ has earned our right to bless Now holy peace may smile from heaven And heavenly truth from earth shall spring The captive's galling bonds are riven For our Redeemer is our king And he that gave his blood for men Will lead us home to God again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain Music on Christmas morning by Anne Branti Read for LibriVox.org by Ernst Batinama Music I love, but never strain Good kindle raptures so divine So grieve as wage, so conquer pain And rouse this pensive heart of mine Is that we're here on Christmas morning Upon the wintry breezes born Though darkness still our empire keep And ours must pass our morning break From troubled dreams or slumbers deep That music kindly bids us wake It calls us with an angel's voice To wake and worship and rejoice To greet with joy the glorious morn Which angels welcomed long ago When our redeeming Lord was born To bring the light of heaven below To powers of darkness to dispel And rescue earth from death and hell While listening to that sacred strain My raptured spirit soars on high I seem to hear those songs again Resounding through the open sky That kindled such divine delight Those who watched their flocks by night With them I celebrate his birth Glory to God in highest heaven Goodwill to men and peace on earth To us a Saviour King is given Our God is come to claim his own And Satan's power is overthrown A sinless God for sinful men A sense to suffer and to bleed Hell must renounce its empire then The prize is paid, the world is freed And Satan's self must now confess That Christ has earned a right to bless Now holy peace may smile from heaven And heavenly truth from earth shall spring The captive's galling bonds are riven For our Redeemer is our King And he that gave his blood for men Will lead us home to God again End of poem This recording is in the public domain It's that we hear on Christmas morning Upon the wintry praises born Though darkness still her empire keep And ours must pass your morning break From troubled dreams or slumber's deep That music kindly beats us awake It calls us with an endless voice To wake and wash a bentred choice To greet with joy the glorious one Which angels welcomed long ago When our redeeming Lord was born To bring the light of heaven below The powers of darkness to dispel And rescue earth from death and hell While listening to that sacred strain We raptured spirits so as on high As him to hear those songs again Resounding through the open sky That kindled such divine delight In those who watched their flocks by night With them I celebrate his birth Glory to God on highest heaven Good will to man and peace on earth To us a savior king is given Our God is come to claim his own And Satan's power is overthrown A sinless God, for sinful man Descends to suffer and to bleed Hell must renounce its empire then The price is paid, the world is freed And Satan's self must now confess That Christ has earned a right to bless Now holy peace may smile from heaven And heavenly droves from earth shall spring The captive-scaling Bonseriven For our redeeming is our king And he that gave his blood for man Will lead us home to God again End of poem This recording is in the public domain I suppose this pensive heart of mine As that we hear on Christmas morning Upon the wintry breezes born Though darkness still her empire keep And ours must pass air-morning break From troubled dreams or slumbers deep That music kindly bids us wake It calls us, within angels voice To wake and worship and rejoice To greet with joy the glorious morn Which angels welcomed long ago When our redeeming Lord was born To bring the light of heaven below The powers of darkness to dispel And rescue earth from death and hell While listening to that sacred strain My raptured spirit soars on high I seem to hear those songs again Resounding through the open sky That kindled such divine delight In those who watched their flocks by night With them I celebrate his birth Glory to God in highest heaven Goodwill to men and peace on earth To us a Saviour King is given Our God is come to claim his own And Satan's power is overthrown A sinless God for sinful men Descends to suffer and to bleed Hell must renounce its empire then The price is paid, the world is freed And Satan's self must now confess That Christ has earned a right to bless Now holy peace may smile from heaven And heavenly truth from earth shall spring The captive's galling bonds are riven For our Redeemer is our King And he that gave his blood for men Will lead us home to God again End of poem This recording is in the public domain Music on Christmas morning by Ann Bronte Read for livervox.org by Hunter Leslie Music I love that never strain Could kindle raptures so divine So grief assurge, so conquer pain And rouse this pensive heart of mine As that we hear on Christmas morning Upon the wintery breezes born Through darkness still her empire keep And ours must pass ere morning break For troubled dreams or slumbers deep That music kindly bids us wake It calls with an angel's voice To wake and worship and rejoice To greet with joy the glorious morn Which angels welcomed long ago When our Redeemer Lord was born To bring the light of heaven below The powers of darkness to dispel And rescue earth from death and hell While listening to that sacred strain My raptured spirit soars on high I seem to hear those songs again Resounding through the open sky That kindled such divine delight In those who watch their flocks by night With them I celebrate his birth Glory to God in the highest heaven Good will to men and peace on earth To us a savior king is given Our God is come to claim his own And Satan's power is overthrown A sinless God for sinful men Descends to suffer and to bleed Hell must renounce its empire then The price is paid, the world is free And Satan himself must now confess That Christ has earned the right to bless Now holy peace may smile from heaven And heavenly truth from earth shall spring The captive's galing bonds are riven For our Redeemer is our king And he that gave his blood for men Will lead us home to God again End of poem, this recording is of the public domain As that we hear on Christmas morning Upon the wintry breezes born Though darkness still her empire keep And hours must pass ere morning break From troubled dreams or slumbers deep That music kindly bids us wake It calls us with an angel's voice To wake and worship and rejoice To greet with joy the glorious morn Which angels welcomed long ago When our redeeming Lord was born To bring the light of heaven below The powers of darkness to dispel And rescue earth from death and hell While listening to that sacred strain My raptured spirit soars on high I seem to hear those songs again Resounding through the open sky That kindled such divine delight In those who watch their flocks by night With them I celebrate his birth Glory to God in highest heaven Good will to men and peace on earth To us the Saviour king is given Our God has come to claim his own And Satan's power is overthrown A sinless God for sinful men Descends to suffer and to bleed Hell must renounce its empire then The price is paid, the world is freed And Satan's self must now confess That Christ has earned a right to bless Now holy peace may smile from heaven And heavenly truth from earth shall spring The captives galling bonds are riven For our Redeemer is our King And he that gave his blood for men Will lead us home to God again End of poem, this recording is in the public domain So conquer pain and rouse this pence of heart of mine As that we hear on Christmas morning Upon the wintry breezes born Though darkness still her empire keep And ours must pass air morning break From troubled dreams or slumbers deep That music kindly bids us wake It calls us with an angel's voice To wake and worship and rejoice To greet with joy the glorious morn Which angels welcomed long ago When our Redeeming Lord was born To bring the light of heaven below The powers of darkness to dispel And rescue earth from death and hell While listening to that sacred strain My raptured spirit soars on high I seem to hear those songs again Resounding through the open sky That kindled such divine delight In those who watched their flocks by night With them I celebrate his birth Glory to God in highest heaven Goodwill to men and peace on earth To us a Saviour King is given Our God has come to claim his own And Satan's power is overthrown A sinless God for sinful men Descends to suffer and to bleed Hell must renounce its empire then The price is paid, the world is freed And Satan's self must now confess That Christ has earned a right to bless Now holy peace may smile from heaven And heavenly truth from earth shall spring The captive's galling bonds are riven For our Redeemer is our King And he that gave his blood for men Will lead us home to God again End of poem This recording is in the public domain That we hear on Christmas morning Upon the wintery breezes born Though darkness still her empire keep And ours must pass Hear morning break from troubled dreams Or slumber deep That music kindly bids us wake It calls us with an angel's voice To wake and worship and rejoice To greet with joy the glorious morning Which angels welcomed long ago When our Redeemer Lord was born To bring the light of heaven below The powers of darkness to dispel And rescue earth from death and hell While listening to that sacred strain My raptured spirit soars on high I seem to hear those songs again Resounding through the open sky That kindled such divine delight In those who watched their flocks by night With them I celebrate his earth Glory to God in highest heaven Good will to men and peace on earth To us a savior king is given Our God has come to claim his own And Satan's power is overthrown A sinless God for sinful men Descends to suffer and to bleed Hell must renounce its empire then The price has paid, the world is freed And Satan's self must now confess That Christ discerned a right to bless Now holy peace may smile from heaven And heavenly truth from earth shall spring The captive galling bonds are riven For our Redeemer is our king And he that gave his blood for men Will lead his home to God again Music I love, but never strain Could kindle raptures so divine So grief a swage, so conquer pain And rouse this pensive heart of mine As that we hear on Christmas morn Upon their wintry breezes born Though darkness still her empire keep And ours must pass air-morning break From troubled dreams or slumbers deep That music kindly bids us wake It calls us with an angel's voice To wake and worship and rejoice To greet with joy the glorious morn Which angels welcomed long ago When our Redeeming Lord was born To bring the light of heaven below The powers of darkness to dispel And rescue earth from death and hell While listening to that sacred strain My raptured spirit soars on high I seem to hear those songs again Resounding through the open sky That kindled such divine delight In those who watched their flocks by night With them I celebrate his birth Glory to God in highest heaven Goodwill to men and peace on earth To us a Saviour king is given Our God has come to claim his own And Satan's power is overthrown A sinless God for sinful men Descends to suffer and to bleed Hell must renounce its empire then The price is paid, the world is freed And Satan's self must now confess That Christ has earned a right to bless Now holy peace may smile from heaven And heavenly truth from earth shall spring The captive's galling bonds are riven For our Redeemer is our king And he that gave his blood for men Will lead us home to God again End of poem This recording is in the public domain Though darkness still her empire keep And ours must pass their morning break From troubled dreams or slumbers deep That music kindly bids us wake It calls us with an angel's voice To wake and worship and rejoice To greet with joy the glorious mourn Which angels welcomed long ago When our redeeming Lord was born To bring the light of heaven below The powers of darkness to dispel And rescue earth from death and hell While listening to that sacred strain My raptured spirit soars on high I seem to hear those songs again Resounding through the open sky That kindled such divine delight In those who watch their flocks by night With them I celebrate his birth Glory to God in highest heaven Good will to men and peace on earth To us a Saviour king is given Our God is come to claim his own And Satan's power is overthrown A sinless God for sinful men Descends to suffer and to bleed Hell must renounce its empire then The price is paid, the world is freed And Satan's self must now confess That Christ has earned a right to bless Now holy peace may smile from heaven And heavenly truth from earth shall spring The captive's galling bonds are riven For our redeemer is our king And he that gave his blood for men Will lead us home to God again End of poem This recording is in the public domain As what we hear on Christmas morning Upon the wintry breezes born Though darkness still her empire keep And hours must pass air morning break From troubled dreams or slumbers deep That music kindly bids us wake It calls us with an angel's voice To wake and worship and rejoice To greet with joy the glorious morn Which angels welcomed long ago When our redeeming Lord was born To bring the light of heaven below The powers of darkness to dispel And rescue earth from death and hell While listening to that sacred strain My raptured spirit soars on high I seem to hear those songs again Resounding through the open sky That kindled such divine delight In those who watched their flocks by night With them I celebrate his birth Glory to God in highest heaven Goodwill to men and peace on earth To us a Saviour king is given Our God is come to claim his own And Satan's power is overthrown A sinless God, for sinful men Descends to suffer and to bleed Hell must renounce its empire then The price is paid, the world is freed And Satan's self must now confess That Christ has earned a right to bless Now holy peace may smile from heaven And heavenly truth from earth shall spring The captive's galling bonds are riven For our redeemer is our king And he that gave his blood for men Will lead us home to God again