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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