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ON CHRISTMAS MORN Come light up the plains, The mountains, seas and sky, O come waken our souls, O God, our Lord on High. Rouse the faith in our hearts To follow the path of your will, Whisper the vows of your truth That causes our souls to thrill. Blow the winds of your love To roam freely thru all the land, And chisel the rock of our hearts, Into your sacred sand. O come and light up the plains, The mountains, seas and sky, Breathe the fire of your light, O God, our Lord on High! Sharon Frye |
