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A Child is born in Bethlehem:
Rejoice, rejoice, Jerusalem!
He Who for ever rules on high,
In this poor manger deigns to lie.
In that dear Child,
here laid so low,
The ox and ass
their Master know.
The Eastern monarchs
to the King
Their gold, and myrrh,
and incense bring.
Into the lowly shed they press,
That each the new-born
Prince may bless.
Born of a Virgin Mother, He
Child of no earthly sire might be.
He Who ne'er felt
the serpent's sting
Vouchsafed from
our lost race to spring.
Made flesh, He here
man's likeness bare,
Although man's guilt
He could not share;
That man through Him
might be restored
To the lost image of his Lord.
To Him, on this His Natal Day,
Let all their joyful homage pay.
O God the Holy Trinity,
All praise to Thee eternally!
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