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ULL of beauty tood the mother

By the manger, blet o'er other,

Where her little one he lays:

For her inmot oul's elation,

In its fervid jubilation,

Thrills with ectay of praie.

Oh! what glad, what rapturous feeling

Filled that bleed mother, kneeling

By the Sole-Begotten One!

How, her heart with laughter bounding,

She beheld the work atounding,

Saw His birth, the glorious Son.