Lo! he comes, an infant stranger, Of a lowly mother born, Swathed and cradled in a manger, Of his pristine glory shorn! Alleluja! Alleluja! Alleluja! Praise ye God's incarnate Word! Lo! He comes, by man unfriended, Fain with stable beasts to rest; Shepherds, who their nightfold tended, Hailed alone the newborn guest. Alleluja! Alleluja! Alleluja! Praise ye Jesse's tender shoot! Son of the Eternal Father, Who again in power shall come; Cherub, seraph hosts adorning, Swell his state, and loudly cry Alleluja! Alleluja! Alleluja! Praise ye Him, the living Lord!
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