  Christ is born! go tell the story; tell the nations of his birth; Tell them that the “Lord of Glory” comes from heaven to dwell on earth: Let the tidings fill the world with sacred mirth! See, He lies in yonder manger; “Prince of Life” his Title is; ’Midst his own, and yet a stranger, all things seen, and unseen, his; Yet neglected—Wonder, O ye heavens, at this! See fulfill’d prophetic vision, “Unto us a Child is born.” Tho’ an object of derision, tho’ the theme of human scorn: Yet his people hail his birth, and cease to mourn. |
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