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Bright and joyful is the morn, For to us a child is born; From the highest realms of heaven, Unto us a Son is given. On His shoulders He shall bear Power and majesty and wear On His vesture and His thigh, Names most awful, names most high. Wonderful in counsel He, The Incarnate Deity; Sire of ages ne'er to cease, King of Kings, and Prince of peace. Come and worship at His feet, Yield to Christ, the homage meet, From His manger or His throne, Homage due to God alone. |
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