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Go spread the joyful tidings
Of his love, of his love,
Tell the nations o'er the waters
Of his love, of his love.
Oh, the precious story! be mine the glory!
To sound the blessed tidings of redeeming love.
Tell those who mourn in darkness
Of his love, of his love,
And repeat the blessed promise
Of his love, of his love.
Oh, the precious story! replete with glory!
Ring out the blessed tidings of redeeming love
The light is breaking,
Jesus comes, Jesus comes,
The light is breaking,
Jesus comes, (Jesus comes),
Oh, precious story! be mine the glory
To tell the blessed tidings of redeeming love.
Fill all the world with praises
Of his love, of his love,
Oh, how sweet to tell the story
Of his love, of his love.
Yes, the precious story! be mine the glory
To tell the blessed tidings of redeeming love.
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