Charles Wood - Day of glory - текст песни (слова)

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A day, a day of glory! 
A day that ends our woe! 
A day that tells of triumph 
Against our vanquished foe! 
Yield, summer's brightest sunrise, 
To this December morn: 
Lift up your gates, ye princes, 
And let the Child be born! 
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With Gloria in excelsis 
Archangels tell their mirth: 
With Kyrie elëyson 
Men answer upon earth: 
And angels swell the triumph, 
And mortals raise the horn, 
Lift up your gates, ye princes, 
And let the Child be born. 
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He comes, His throne the manger; 
He comes, His shrine the stall; 
The ox and ass His courtiers, 
Who made and governs all: 
The “House of Bread” His birth-place, 
The Prince of wine and corn: 
Lift up your gates, ye princes, 
And let the Child be born. 
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Then bar the gates, that henceforth 
None thus may passage win, 
Because the Prince of Israel 
Alone hath entered in: 
The earth, the sky, the ocean 
His glorious way adorn: 
Lift up your gates, ye princes, 
And let the Child be born. 
Lyrics: John M. Neale (1818-1866).