| The winds of chill December sound
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| The farewell of the year
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| And evening shadows gather 'round
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| And cloud the soul with fear
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| But rest you well good Christian men
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| Nor be of heart forlorn
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| December’s darkness brings again
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| The light of Christmas morn
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| The welcome snow each Christmastide
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| Falls shining form the skies
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| On village paths and uplands wide
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| All holy white, it lies
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| It crowns with pearl, the oaks and pines
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| And glitters on the torn
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| But purer still the light that shines
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| On gladsome Christmas morn
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| The sheperds poor, how blest were they
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| The angel song to hear
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| In manger cradle, as he lay
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| To greet the Saviour dear
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| The Lord of heav’n’s eternal height
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| For us a babe was born
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| And He, the very light of light
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| Shone forth that Christmas morn
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| The chapel light above the snow
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| Do warm the coldest chill
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| And manger scene, by candle glow
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| Inclines us to goodwill
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| Ablaze in wonder and in awe
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| As every heart adores
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| But brighter still, the light that falls
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| On gladsome Christmas morn
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| December’s darkness brings again
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| The light of Christmas morn |