Beneath a bright star shining A little child lay in the straw, Who guessed he would move mountains And reveal Christ—Truth—without flaw? Bright angels sang Hallelujah That blessed day on earth, As Mary knew, deep within her The joy of a wondrous birth. Though brief would be his sojourn, And his manner mild and meek, His words will last and heal forever, With such wisdom did he speak Of redemption, love, and glory, Of life, never ever to cease; For all mankind, his coming, For all, the assurance of peace.
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