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Let every child adore His name,
And all His Angels shout for joy;
This day the mighty God became
A Mother's little Boy.

He came and lived on earth a while,
To be with us and share our pain;
To teach and heal and reconcile
And lead to God again.

He suffered more than anyone,
Until the end He sought was gained;
And all the work He did was done;
And never once complained.
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