| As with gladness men of old
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| Did the guiding star behold
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| As with joy they hailed its light
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| Leading onward, beaming bright,
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| So, most gracious god, may we
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| Evermore be led by thee.
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| As with joyful steps they sped
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| Saviour, to thy lowly bed,
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| There to bend the knee before
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| Thee whom heaven and earth adore,
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| So may we with willing feet
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| Ever seek the mercy seat.
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| As they offered gifts most rare
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| At thy cradle rude and bare,
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| So may we with holy joy,
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| Pure, and free from sin’s alloy,
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| All our costliest treasures bring
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| Christ, to thee, our heavenly king.
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| Holy jesus, every day
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| Keep us in the narrow way;
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| And, when earthly things are past,
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| Bring our ransomed souls at last
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| Where they need no soul to guide,
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| Where no clouds thy glory hide.
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| In the heavenly country bright
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| Need they no created light;
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| Thou its light, its joy, its crown,
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| Thou its sun, which goes not down.
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| There for ever may we sing
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| Hallelujahs to our king. |