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The Birth of Our Lord

Christ in a manger was laid, regally known but lowly; his royal identity was to three wise men revealed, but from his kinsmen concealed. Christ was in Bethlehem born; his royal ancestor's city. A king that sinners would scorn, and would by his friend be betrayed. Messiah to the unholy; born to salvage the wicked with the blood of his innocence. He was nailed with no evidence, He shared the fate of the crooked but his unjust conviction he never appealed against. Born that we all might be cleansed, born that men no more may die, born that men may reign on high, and born that men might see God.

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