| 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 glorious Lord, may we Evermore be led to Thee.
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| As with joyful steps they sped
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| To that lowly manger bed
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| There to bend the knee before
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| Him Whom Heaven and earth adore;
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| So may we with willing feet
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| Ever seek Thy mercy seat.
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| As they offered gifts most rare
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| At that manger 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 star 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 forever may we sing
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| Alleluias to our King! |