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A star there was seen of such glorious light. All thro' the night, angels did sing, Carols so sweet of the birth of a King. And Mary his mother so like a queen. Blessed be the hour, welcome the morn, For Christ our dear Saviour on earth now is born. But troops of bright angels, in lays sweet and soft, Him they proclaim, our Christ by name, And earth, sky and air straight are filled with his fame. Let hills and vales ring to the song that ye sing. Blessed be the hour, welcome the morn, For Christ our dear Saviour on earth now is born. |
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