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Did the guiding star behold, As with joy they hailed its light, Leading onward, beaming bright; So, most gracious Lord, may we Evermore be led to Thee! Saviour, to Thy lowly bed; There to bend the knee before Thee, whom heaven and earth adore. So may we with willing feet Ever seek the mercy seat. At the cradle, rude and bare; So may we with holy joy, Pure, and free from sins alloy, All our costliest treasures bring, Christ, to Thee, our heavenly King. Keep us in the narrow way; And when earthly things are past, Bring our ransomed souls, at last, Where they need no star to guide, Where no clouds Thy glory hide. Need they no created light; Thou its light, its joy, its crown, Thou its sun which goes not down; There for ever may we sing Hallelujahs to our King! |
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