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'Twas the moon of wintertime
When all the birds had fled
That mighty Gitchi Manitou
Sent angel choirs instead
Before their light the stars grew dim
And wond'ring hunters heard the hymn:
Jesus, your King, is born;
Jesus is born!
In excelsis gloria!
Within a lodge of broken bark,
The tender Babe was found
A ragged robe of rabbit skin
Enwrapped His beauty round
And as the hunter braves drew nigh,
The angel song rang loud and high:
Jesus, your King, is born;
Jesus is born!
In excelsis gloria!
O children of the forest free,
O songs of Manitou
The Holy Child of earth and heav'n
Is born today for you
Come kneel before the radiant Boy
Who brings you beauty, peace and joy:
Jesus, your King, is born;
Jesus is born!
In excelsis gloria!
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 8 8 and refrai
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Dates:
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c.1643,1926
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 2:13-14;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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JESOUS AHATONHIA
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 8 8 and refrai
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Dates:
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echo ' | ';
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Hymn Writer
