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In this joyous season,
My pen does now record. A gift to celebrate, The birthday of our Lord Jesus, Happy Birthday! I hope the world does bring, Their lives unto you lay All while the angels sing All I have to give you Is just a trifle part Of what you so deserve But Lord, it’s from my heart I want to write a letter So you can surely hear Of all the things I promise, To do for you next year Dear Jesus, blessed King You are the Son of God. I’ll trust in you my life And haste to bring you laud I’ll lead all my beloved To you my God to save And affirm the one in three, To attest the life you gave And how I’ll love my wife, Will be as I love me. Just as you loved the church, I’ll guard her purity I am weeping as I write this Because my little son, Will grow to know God’s grace. In You his sins undone. I bow in glory Lord, With sins oh! more than seven My humble gift is this, Yours to me is heaven
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