Christ, our lord, on Christmas Day,
here in body dwelling,
came, our God, to be a man
came to pay our ransom
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All the angels preach the news
Heaven’s wrath is ending.
A baby sleeps in stone and straw
Glory in the Highest!
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Born a peasant, owned a king
by the magi-envoys.
Payed in earnest of Your death
tribute to Your glory!
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Herod shakes in troubled fear
hearing sacred scripture;
trusts the words, but not the sense
turns his heart to murder.
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Ancient hands in temple hall
raise their infant Savior.
“Light of truth to pagans, He.
Glory of all Israel.”
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