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92 | Unto us a boy is born! | | | | | | | |
93 | Once Mary would go wandering | | | | | | | |
94 | Easter eggs! Easter eggs! | | | | | | | |
95 | Now glad of heart be every one! | | | | | | | |
96 | The whole bright world rejoices now | | | | | | | |
97 | This child was born to men of God | | | | | | | |
98 | Now the spring has come again, joy and warmth will follow | | | | | | | |
99 | Spring has now unwrapped the flowers | | | | | | | |
100 | A message came to a maiden young | | | | | | | |
101 | All the gay gems of day | | | | | | | |
102 | Gabriel's message does away | | | | | | | |
103 | From out of a wood did a cuckoo fly | | | | | | | |
104a | How brightly beams the morning star | | | | | | | |
104b | How brightly beams the morning star | | | | | | | |
105 | Lord Jesus hath a garden, full of flowers gay | | | | | | | |
106 | Now brothers lift your voices | | | | | | | |
107 | Praise to God in the highest! Bless us, O Father! | | | | | | | |
108 | ‘O I have seen a King's new Baby,’ | | | | | | | |
109a | O Little One sweet, O Little One mild | | | | | | | |
109b | O Little One sweet, O Little One mild | | | | | | | |
110 | Sing, good company, frank and free! | | | | | | | |
111 | Sing all good people gathered | | | | | | | |
112 | To us in Bethlem city | | | | | | | |
113 | Up now, laggardly lasses | | | | | | | |
114 | When Caesar Augustus had raised a taxation | | | | | | | |
115 | O, Joseph being an old man truly | | | | | | | |
116 | A Babe is born all of a may | | | | | | | |
117 | Immortal Babe, who this dear day | | | | | | | |
118 | A little child there is yborn | | | | | | | |
119 | Angels, from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
120 | In Bethlehem, that fair city | | | | | | | |
121 | Out of the orient crystal skies | | | | | | | |
122 | What sweeter music can we bring | | | | | | | |
123 | All this night shrill chanticleer | | | | | | | |
124 | Gloomy night embraced the place | | | | | | | |
125 | Rorate coeli desuper | | | | | | | |
126 | Down with the rosemary and bays | | | | | | | |
127 | God is ascended up on high | | | | | | | |
128 | Now welcome, Summer, with thy sunne soft | | | | | | | |
129 | Pleasure it is To hear, I wis | | | | | | | |
130 | Hugh! my dear, lie still and slumber | | | | | | | |
131 | Now blessèd be thou, Christ Jesu | | | | | | | |
132 | O mother dear, Jerusalem | | | | | | | |
133 | People, look East. The time is near | | | | | | | |
134 | If ye would hear the angels sing | | | | | | | |
135 | Earthly friends will change and falter | | | | | | | |
136 | Good King Wenceslas looked out | | | | | | | |
137 | Masters in this Hall | | | | | | | |
138 | O little town of Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
139 | The greatness of God in his love has been shown | | | | | | | |
140 | What songs are these, faint heard and far? | | | | | | | |
141 | Earth to-day rejoices | | | | | | | |
142 | How far is it to Bethlehem? | | | | | | | |
143 | The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap | | | | | | | |
144 | Now quit your care | | | | | | | |
145a | It is the day of all the year | | | | | | | |
145b | I know a lovely angel-game | | | | | | | |
146 | As we rode down the steep hillside | | | | | | | |
147 | Cheer up, friends and neighbours | | | | | | | |
148 | Now is the hour of darkness past | | | | | | | |
149 | Now the green blade riseth | | | | | | | |
150 | The world itself keeps Easter Day | | | | | | | |
151 | ’Twas about the dead of night | | | | | | | |
152 | How great the harvest is | | | | | | | |
153 | When Christ blessed his disciples | | | | | | | |
154 | Winds of God unfailing fill the sunlit sails | | | | | | | |
155 | Now April has come | | | | | | | |
156 | Lift your hidden faces | | | | | | | |
157 | The dawn-wind now is waking | | | | | | | |
158 | Fields of corn, give up your ears | | | | | | | |
159 | Sing to the Lord of harvest | | | | | | | |
160 | Angels holy, high and lowly | | | | | | | |
161 | Down in the valley where summer's laughing beam | | | | | | | |
162 | In every town and village | | | | | | | |
163 | It was about the deep of night | | | | | | | |
164 | Praise we the Lord, who made all beauty | | | | | | | |
165a | They saw the light shine out afar | | | | | | | |
165b | Lift up your heads, rejoice and dance | | | | | | | |
166 | Up, my neighbour, come away | | | | | | | |
167 | When Jesus was a baby | | | | | | | |
168 | `I sing the birth was born to-night | | | | | | | |
169 | About the field they piped full right | | | | | | | |
170 | Behold a simple tender babe | | | | | | | |
171a | Blow, blow, thou winter wind | | | | | | | |
171b | Blow, blow, thou winter wind | | | | | | | |
172 | Make we merry, both more and less | | | | | | | |
173 | Now is Christemas y-come | | | | | | | |
174 | Welcome be thou, heaven-king | | | | | | | |
175 | Dormi Jesus! Mater ridet | | | | | | | |
176 | In numbers, and but these few | | | | | | | |
177 | Out of your sleep arise and wake | | | | | | | |
178a | When Christ was born of Mary free | | | | | | | |
178b | When Christ was born of Mary free | | | | | | | |
179 | Saint Mary goes a-seeking | | | | | | | |
180 | Adam lay ybounden, Bounden in a bond | | | | | | | |
181 | O my dear heart, young Jesus sweet | | | | | | | |
182 | I saw a fair maiden Sitten and sing | | | | | | | |
183 | I sing of a maiden That is makeless | | | | | | | |
184 | Over yonder's a park, which is newly begun | | | | | | | |
185 | Sweet baby, sleep! What ails my dear? | | | | | | | |