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What sweeter music can we bring than a carol for to sing about
How this our heavenly King awake the blessed to bring us ring
Dark and dull night fly hence away, and give the honor of this day
That sees December turn to May, that sees December turn to May
Why does the chilling winter's storm
Smile like a field beset with gold?
Or smell like a meadow newly shorn?
While some would stop and come and see
The Lord by things as clay and green
'Tis he is born as baby girl who is life and love's
Son of equal worth to heaven and the underworld
We see him come and know him as who with his sunshine
And his shouts turns all the grayish ground to
Flowers, turns all the grayish ground to flowers
The darling of the world is come, and busy is
His divine power to welcome him, to welcome him
The nobler part of all the hearts it is the heart which we
Will give him when we greet this holy and most high living
To do him honor who's a king and lord of all this revelry
What sweeter music can we bring than a carol for to sing about
How this our heavenly King, about how this our heavenly King
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