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Make thee ready, as best thou art able,
Little Bethlehem, garnish the bed,
Tho’ it be but a crib in a stable,
|: Where the Infant may pillow His head. :|
Type and shadow of yore
are now ended;
Lo, the substance is come, as I ken;
Truth Incarnate to earth is descended,
|: God hath pitchèd
His tent among men. :|
He is past through the virginal portal;
The Invisible doth not decline
To be found in the fashion of mortal,
|: For to make human nature divine. :|
Wherefore Adam and Eva, forgiven
Their iniquity cry, “By the grace
And goodwill of our Lord are we shriven;
|: Seen of men, He doth
ransom our race.” :|
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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10 9 10 9 extended
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Dates:
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629,1920
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 2:11;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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MAKE THEE READY
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Meter:
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10 9 10 9 9
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Dates:
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