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2011647Catholic Hymns — Christmas Hymn1860Edward Caswall
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Christmas Hymn.
(I.)

Sing, my tongue, the Saviour's glory,
Sing with joy and holy mirth;
Tell aloud the famous story
Of His spotless virgin birth:
How He comes, an infant stranger,
Here to dwell with us on earth.

Now the long-expected fulness
Of the sacred time draws nigh;
Now for us the Word eternal
Leaves his Father's throne on high;
From a virgin's womb appearing,
Cloth'd in our mortality.

All within a lowly manger,
Lo, a helpless Babe He lies;
See, His gentle virgin Mother
Lull to sleep His infant cries,
While the limbs of God incarnate
Round with swathing bands she ties.

Blessing, honour everlasting
To th' immortal Deity;
To the Father, Son, and Spirit,
Equal adoration be.
Prais'd be Thou through earth and heaven,
Sempiternal Unity.