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Awake were they only those shepherds so lonely |
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On guard in that silence profound |
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When color had faded |
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When night time had shaded |
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Their senses from sight and from sound |
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Lo, then broke a wonder, then drifted asunder |
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The veils from the splendor of God |
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When light from the Holy, came down to the lowly |
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And heav'n to the earth that they trod |
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May light now enfold us, O Lord for behold us |
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Like shepherds from tumult withdrawn |
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Nor hearing nor seeing all others care fleeing |
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We wait the ineffable dawn |
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O Spirit all-knowing thou source overflowing |
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O move in the darkness around |
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That sight may be in us true hearing to win us |
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Glad tidings where Christ may be found |
