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Dear Maker of the starry skies, Light never lost by faithful eyes, Christ, the Salvation sent to all, Be near Thy servants when they call. |
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Thy love that pitied from on high A guilty race foredoomed to die, Was fain that sentence to repeal, Those failing energies to heal. |
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So, at the eventide of earth, From that bridechamber of Thy birth Our mortal flesh Thou didst assume, Born of a spotless Virgin's womb. |
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To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Glory and pow'r and majesty Through everlasting ages be. |