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What sweeter music

What sweeter music can we bring, than a carol, for to sing. The birth of this our heavenly king, awake the voice, awake the string. Dark and dull night, fly hence away and give the honour to this day. That sees december turned to may, that sees december turned to may. Why does the chilling winter’s morn’, smile, like a field beset with corn, or smell like a meadow newly shorn, thus on the sudden, come and see. The cause, why things thus fragrant be, tis He is born, whose quickening birth. Gives life and lustre, public myrth, to heaven and the underearth. We see Him come and know Him ours, who, with His sunshine and His showers. Turns all the patient ground to flowers, turns all the patient ground to flowers. The darling of the world is come and fit is is, we find a room, to welcome Him, to welcome Him. The nobler part of all the house here is the heart, which we will give Him and bequeath this holly and this ivy wreath, to do Him honour who’s our king and Lord of all this revelling. What sweeter music can we bring, than a carol, for to sing. The birth of this our heavenly King. The birth of this our heavenly King.