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a cavern oxen-trod, Jesu Christ, Thou liest, In a manger, very God, Thou, the Son most highest.

There poor herdmen from the fold Bend the knee before Thee: There with incense, myrrh and gold, Eastern kings adore Thee.

Now at length is come to pass That which hath been tolden, Touching Christ and Christen-mas, By the prophets olden.

Now Angelick hosts aloft Cleave the sky asunder, Carolling, in loud and soft, Songs of glee and wonder.

'Glory be to God,' they cry, 'God, who condescendest To be born; who from on high Man alone befriendest.'

Bethlehem hear I to-day The Angels chant a merry lay,

And 'Glory be to God on high, That willeth Peace on earth,' they cry.

Now doth the Mother-maid enfold Him whom high heav'n can no-way hold.