| Let all mortal flesh keep silence,
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| and with fear and trembling stand;
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| Ponder nothing earthly minded,
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| For with blessing is His hand,
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| Christ our God to earth descendeth,
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| Our full homage to demand.
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| King of Kings, Yet born of Mary,
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| As of old earth He stood,
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| Lord of Lords, In human vesture,
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| In the body and the blood;
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| He will give to all the faithful.
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| His own self for heavenly food.
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| Rank on rank the host of heaven
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| spreads it’s vanguard on the way,
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| As Light of light descendeth
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| from the realms of endless day,
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| That the powers of hell may vanish
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| as the darkness clears away.
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| At His feet the six-winged seraph,
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| Cherubim, With sleeples eye,
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| Veil their faces to His presence
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| as with ceaseless voice they cry: |