When first this matchless story
The midnight silence stirred
Caroled by angels holy
By awestruck shepherds heard
Seeking the King of glory
Led by prophetic star
With gifts and homage lowly
Came magi from afar.
And now in every nation
And told in every tongue
This story of salvation
From pole to pole is sung;
Still would we tell this story
Still sing the song we love
Of glory
glory
With ransomed saints above.
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