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 With joye approch, O Christen wighte, Do homage to thy Kinge: And highly prise this humble pompe Which He from heaven doth bringe.

, withouten match, O Bethlem, is the gable O'er that lowly cratch:— The crib within thy stable. For, as Babe, therein That Lord and God abideth, Who on Cherubyn Aloft in glory rideth. Alleluia.

He is born to shrive The son, his goods who squander'd, Born to save alive The sheep, that far had wander'd. So bear we in mind To hymn this heavenly stranger:— God, who, for mankind, Did not abhor the manger. Alleluia.

is at thy portals: Bethlem, ready make! Soon, to save all mortals, Christmas dawn shall break. Bethlem, deck the manger, Group the shepherd band; Christ is near thy border, Christ, of heaven King.