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Now gird your patient loins again




Now gird your patient loins again,
Your wasting torches trim!
The chief of all the sons of men,
Shall we not welcome him?
Fill all his courts with sacred songs,
And from the temple wall
Wave garlands o’er the joyful throngs
That crowd his festival!


And still more freshly in the mind
Store up the hopes sublime
Which then were born for all mankind,
So blesséd was the time;
And, underneath these hallowed eaves,
A Saviour will be born
In every heart that him receives,
On his triumphal morn.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)
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      1854# 451
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