With golden harps the angels play to tell the souls who lost their way
To those who felt complete dispair, they bring a ray of hope to share
The song of joy that's sung this day, is sung for all who sit and pray
For God to help them as they bear their loss of faith with no compare
The faithfull also feel the cheer, and each and everyone doth hear
As silver bells do surly ring, God's gift to man, the King of Kings
The holey angels fly so near, they do bring out the joyus tears
Reminding you of fragile things, that float about on angel's wings
For some a silent peace does fall, as others waken to the call
Of hallelujah choirs, in white and golden robes attired
Do now proclaim to one and all, their sins forgiven, large and small
Rejoyce with all your heart's desire, the love of Christ will never tire
Let salvation always be your goal, cast your worries from your soul
It's Christmastime, so just behold, the greatest story ever told
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