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This Morning breaks its light around the circle of the globe,
One Star above, and one below in faith-filled hands;
And all the while His virgin-mother knows,
She’s wrapped The Son of God
In swaddling bands.
The darkness of ‘this night’ by This Morning’s Star is broken:
God’s last word for faith-filled hearts unto this world has spoken;
And all the frays and minions of our plight
By one shear stroke of God are put to flight:
As one of us, comes here, Divinest condescension:
His Essence in our dust: our restoration!