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No other nurse nor lullaby,
But blessed Mary's arms, To rock this blessed babe to sleep,
With heavenly hymns and charms.
O sing, &c. Thus was the Son of God not born
In majesty and state, As Princes of the Nations be,
Tho' he a Prince most great: Yet at his blessed birth the choirs
Of heavenly Angels sing, And every thing for Jury's King
Rejoiced with thanksgiving.
O sing, &c. O Holy, Holy, Lord of Hosts,
This was their joy and mirth, Which sounded out on every coast,
For Jesus Christ his birth. Both Cherubim, and Seraphim,
With all the Hosts of Heaven, With joyful voice sang praises forth, To glorify this even.
O sing, &c. And when that blessed morning came
That God's dear Son was born, A glorious Star with blazing beams
Did all the skies adorn, |
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