Thou whose birth on earth
Angels sang to men
While the stars made mirth,
Savior, at Thy birth
This day born again;
As this night was bright
With Thy cradle-ray,
Very light of light,
Turn the wild world's night
To Thy perfect day.
Bid our peace increase,
Thou that madest morn;
Bid oppresions cease;
Bid the night be peace;
Bid teh night be born.
While the stars made mirth,
Savior, at Thy birth
This day born again;
As this night was bright
With Thy cradle-ray,
Very light of light,
Turn the wild world's night
To Thy perfect day.
Bid our peace increase,
Thou that madest morn;
Bid oppresions cease;
Bid the night be peace;
Bid teh night be born.
~ A.C. Swinburne
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