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Now praise we Christ, the Holy One, The spotless virgin Mary's Son, Far as the blesséd sun doth shine E'en to the world's remote confine

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He, who Himself all things did make, A servant's form vouchsafed to take, That He as man mankind might win, And save His creatures from their sin.

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The grace of God, th'Almighty Lord, On the chaste mother was outpoured a virgin pure and undefiled In wondrous wise conceived a child.

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The holy maid became th'abode And temple of the living God; And she, who knew not man, was blest With God's own Word made manifest.

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The noble mother bare a Son, For so did Gabriel's promise run, Whom John confessed and leapt with joy, Ere yet the mother knew her boy.

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In a rude manger, stretched on hay, In poverty content He lay;
With milk was fed the Lord of all, Who feeds the ravens when they call.

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Th' angelic choir rejoice, and raise Their voice to God in songs of praise;
To humble shepherds is proclaimed The Shepherd who the world hath framed.

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Honor to Thee, O Christ, be paid, Pure offspring of a holy maid,
With Father and with Holy Ghost, Till time in time's abyss be lost.