- Within yon gloomy manger lies
The LORD Who reigns above the skies:
Within the stall where beasts have fed
The Virgin-born doth lay His head.
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How shall I fitly meet Thee,
And give Thee welcome due?
The nations long to greet Thee,
And I would greet Thee too.
O Fount of light, shine brightly
Upon my darken'd heart;
That I may serve Thee rightly,
And know Thee as Thou art.
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Ah ! dearest JESUS, Holy Child,
Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled,
Within my heart, and there recline,
And keep that chamber ever Thine.
A very merry Christms, or such other good wishes as sit easily with your traditions and beliefs, to you all.
