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 Though the cold grows tronger, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Though the world loves night;

Yet the days grow longer, Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia, Chrit is born our Light.

Now the Dial's type is learnt: Burns the Buh that is not burnt: War and trife are done; God and Man are one.