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[The wilderness shall rejoice]
The wilderness shall rejoice,And the wintry waste shall sing,
At the wakening herald voice
Of the coming of the King.
So the sparkling Christmas snow
Is dearer than summer light;
For He whom we love came down below
In the hush of a Christmas night.
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Holy and bright and calm;
And may all thy life for His dear sake
Be a joyful Christmas psalm.
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