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|Unto us a Son is Given|
Given, not lent, |
And not withdrawnonce sent,
This Infant of mankind, this One,
Is still the little welcome Son.
New every year, |
New born and newly dear,
He comes with tidings and a song,
The ages long, the ages long;
Even as the cold |
Keen winter grows not old,
As childhood is so fresh, foreseen,
And spring in the familiar green
Sudden as sweet |
Come the expected feet.
All joy is young, and new all art,
And He, too, Whom we have by heart.
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