Now lift the carol, men and maids,
Now wake exultant singing;
This day the Well of Life first sprang,
Who shall declare His springing?
It is the birthday of our Peace;
This day for man the weary,
The ev­er­last­ing Son of God
Was born of blessèd Mary.

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Noel! Noel!
Proclaim the Sav­ior’s birth;
He raises us to Hea­ven,
O hail His coming down to earth.

He was not born in such sweet days,
As we of yore remember;
’Twas not the sunny summer time,
Oh! ’twas the cold December:
As shines the sun above the snows
When nature’s life is lying
Fast bound in winter’s icy chain,
So came He to the dying.

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He did not bring a royal train,
A host no man might number,
Nor lay begirt by damask folds,
Nor lulled by harp to slumber.
Oh, He was wrapped in swathing bands
Whose might o’erspans the Hea­ven,
And that mean trough where oxen fed,
For His first rest was given.

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There were poor shepherds in the field,
Their flocks at midnight tending;
Then Heav’n came down and brought for news,
A rapture ne­ver ending;
So they went swift to Bethlehem,
And saw—and told the story
Of Christ the Lord, a little child,
And angels singing, Glory.

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Not in the manger lies He now;
Far o’er the sapphire portal
At God’s right hand of power He sits
Who was this day made mortal:
All in the highest, holiest place,
Where there may dwell none other,
There our own Manhood sits enthroned,
There is our elder brother.

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The birthday of our God and king—
Lo! we are called to greet Him;
The ev­er­last­ing Bridegroom comes,
Oh, go ye out to meet Him.
This is the end of all below,
The crown of love’s best story;
Christ stands and knocks—oh, happy souls,
Receive the King of glo­ry.

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