O chief of cities, Bethlehem, Of David's crown the fairest gem, But more to us than David's name, In you, as man, the Savior came. Beyond the sun in splendor bright, Above you stands a wondrous light Proclaiming from the conscious skies That here, in flesh, the Godhead lies. The wise men, seeing Him so fair, Bow low before Him, and with prayer Their treasured eastern gifts unfold Of incense, myrrh, and royal gold. The golden tribute owns Him King, But frankincense to God they bring, And last, prophetic sign, with myrrh, They shadow forth His sepulcher. O Jesus, whom the Gentiles see, With Father, Spirit, One in Three: To You, O God, be glory giv'n By saints on earth and saints in Heav'n.ىسىمىن دانكتالسىن لإلهنا بنعد طريق mqdmẗ srdyẗ Бугюн Раб'бин Яраттъъ Гюндюр 무화과 나뭇잎이 Когда благодать вспоминаю Juventud que has fijado Aw Hung Lengin Lalpa Лейтесь слезы сокрушенья Vyvyšujem Teba Pane
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