Then yielding up his soul to God,
Who had it dearly bought,
He lost his life, whose body then
To grave was seemly brought.
O man, &c.
XXXIV.
HARK! the herald Angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King;
Then yielding up his soul to God,
Who had it dearly bought,
He lost his life, whose body then
To grave was seemly brought.
O man, &c.
HARK! the herald Angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King;