Christmas.
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Led three magi to the manger
Where reposed a royal stranger
Once discrowned for thy salvation.
Blessed Christmas!
Where reposed a royal stranger
Once discrowned for thy salvation.
Blessed Christmas!
How discrowned for my salvation
On a Christmas?—
God loved the world so well—
The mystic Gospels tell—
That He sent His Son divine,
For the world's sake—thine and mine—
To be born of a pure virgin
On a Christmas.
On a Christmas?—
God loved the world so well—
The mystic Gospels tell—
That He sent His Son divine,
For the world's sake—thine and mine—
To be born of a pure virgin
On a Christmas.
Born of the Virgin Mary
On a Christmas—
Ay, the mother undefiled,
But he loves us both, my child,
Quite as dearly as his mother,
If we serve him and none other,
If we take his cross upon us.
Precious Christmas!
On a Christmas—
Ay, the mother undefiled,
But he loves us both, my child,
Quite as dearly as his mother,
If we serve him and none other,
If we take his cross upon us.
Precious Christmas!
