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When the men had heard the greeting,
As the angels went away,
Each began with bosom beating,
To his neighbour thus to say;
"Let us seek the lowly dwelling,
Where amid the lowing beasts,
As we heard the angels telling,
The Saviour of the world now rests.
Jam Lucis Orto Sidere.
The morning star hath risen high,
Lord, listen to our supliant cry;
And keep us ever day by day,
From such as seek our soul to slay.
Preserve in meekness, Lord, our tongue,
Lest it should utter aught of wrong;
Restrain and guard our wandering sight,
Lest aught of vanity delight.
