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'Twas on this day, oh, love divine! The orient star's effulgence rose; Then wak'd the morn, whose eye benign, Shall never, never close!

CHORUS.

Wake the loud Pæan, tune the voice, Children of heav'n and sons of earth! Seraphs and men! exult, rejoice, To bless the Saviour's birth!