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OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST |
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2 Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining,
Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.
3 Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion,
Odors of Edom, and offerings divine, Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine? |
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