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We celebrate the praise today,
Of Godhead manifest in clay,
And of a woman born!
The promised Son to us is given,
The glories of indulgent heaven,
Our nature doth adorn.
Let it be told to distant lands,
How softly wrapped in swaddlingbands,
And in a manger laid,
Was He, whom we with joy confess,
The glorious Lord, our righteousness!
Born of the favored maid.
Long did the saints with ardor sigh
To see His day, and thus did cry,
"Desire of nations, come!"
More blest are we who see and prove
The fullness of the Father's love,
Born from the virgin's womb!
The Lord Himself hath given the sign
Of richest grace, and love divine,
Promised of old to man;
How that a virgin should conceive:
The wondrous tidings we believe,
And praise her firstborn Son.
