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Unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is giv’n,
Child the mark of human scorn; Son—the Heir of earth and Heav’n;
Son of God, a human child; God with us, His wondrous name;
Holy, harmless, undefiled, yet ordained to death and shame.
Oh, that by a worthy song we might echo back the strain,
Erst that greeted, loud and long, Bethlehem’s astonished plain!
Might the manger cradled King with the shepherd watch behold,
And with star-led sages bring frankincense, and myrrh and gold!
Great Redeemer, Thou hast died; Thou hast wrought the work sublime;
And the words have echoed wide to the farthest bounds of time—
“It is finished!”—finished long is Thy great redemption plan;
And we bless Thee in our song, Lord of angels, Son of Man!
Wonderful Thy Name we call; Counselor, to Thee we bow;
Mighty God, the Lord of all, Father everlasting Thou,
Prince of Peace—Thy steadfast throne strong in judgment stands for aye;
Every land Thy might shall own, all Thy scepter shall obey.
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