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182 And yet how few of all the throngs
 * That woke this Christmas morn,

And joined to-day in rapturous songs
 * That Christ the Lord was born,—

Have ever witnessed in their hearts
 * The birth that's from above—

The real advent of the Lord,
 * Of true, unselfish love;—

A love that finds its chief delight
 * In doing, serving, blessing—

Like His whose greatest glory is
 * In giving, not possessing.