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12 Behold the Prince of Peace! around

His cradle angry tempests rage;

He needs must go on pilgrimage,

An exile, homeless and discrowned.

And yet, His Rank to designate,

The unquenched Star of Bethlehem

Shines forth, a radiant diadem;

While Angels on His footsteps wait.

E’en now the Father’s Face they see,

A triumph-song e’en now they sing,

And, wondering and worshipping,

Attend His Pilgrim-Family.