| In Him was life, before the dawn of all created light,
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| Life’s uncreated author, the Father’s own delight,
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| The One who spoke the dust to life and darkness into day,
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| Now born into the darkness, God’s Light in human clay.
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| Come and worship at the manger, behold the One True Light,
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| See the One with no beginning at his birth;
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| As we stand amazed, glory fills our gaze;
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| Come and praise as heaven dawns upon the earth!
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| In Him the Light of all the world spills down from heaven’s throne,
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| God’s glory in a manger, the unseen God made known;
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| This Morning Star will recreate until the blackest night,
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| Then break death’s ancient darkness with resurrection light.
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| You draw us in, O Light of all, to join in your delight,
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| Your radiant flood of welcome, which makes us sons of light;
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| Replace our jaded apathy with hope that shines anew,
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| A beacon in the darkness that points the way to you. |