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, who once an infant stranger Honor'd this auspicious morn, Thou, who in Judea's manger, Wert this day of woman born;

Thou, whom wondering sages offer'd    Costly gifts, and incense sweet, Take our homage, humbly proffer'd,    Grateful kneeling at thy feet:

Thou whose path, a star of glory Gladly hasted to reveal, Herald of salvation's story, Touch our hearts with equal zeal:

Thou, at whose approach was given Welcome from the angels' lyre, Teach our souls that song of Heaven, Ere we join their tuneful choir.