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His Birth Throughout all of heaven, And down streets paved with gold, There is joy without leaven, Filling a message to be told. Loosed into the night For shepherds huddled around a fire By angels in flight, Bringing good news by a heavenly choir, In a stable lowly, He is born today from David’s line, Truly He is holy, The one who is called Judah’s Lion . Hosanna to the Lord, Let peace and praises everywhere reign, Let Him be adored With worship for He is the King of kings..
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