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Nowell, Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,
When the Lord of Love was Here
Constance 775 775
RAYMOND HUNTINGTON WOODMAN
1. When the Lord of love was here, Hap -py hearts to Him were dear,
And in trial, love;
STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKR
O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road With palms and scatter'd garments strow'd. Amen.
4 Who is this that hangeth dying,
While the rude world scoffs and scorns; Numbered with the malefactors,
Torn with nails, and crowned with thorns? 'Tis the God Who ever liveth
'Mid the shining ones on high, In the glorious golden city Reigning eyerlastingly. Amen.
WILLIAM WALSHAM How