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Born in Bethlehem

Fair, fair maiden sleepless lay, Labouring on the frosted hay, Breathless cries resound the airs, In pain of all a mothers cares, Thus with naught of pomp or hymn, Comes the Christ to conquer sin, And made as man our maker lies, Beneath his own well-fashioned skies.   Silent, silent is the Babe, For whom…

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Christmastide

In the barren white of winter’s snow, With darkness all around, On wild paths where shepherds climb, And donkeys bear King David’s line, The Virgin humbly goes.   Wombed in warmth the Redeemer treads, Beneath the star that lights the land, For frozen palm and icy road, Or fallen rock and heavy load, Trouble not…