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Now bless them, little Baby Son,
Thy wrath for their oppression;
Thy blessing where there 's kindness done
 To these who gave Thee bed.

Yea, blessed these so wistful-eyed
That watched thy bed of birth beside,
And heard Thee when Thy dear voice cried,
 And saw Thee clothed and fed.

O little ass and ox, in truth
Great glory shall accrue to both,
For when the cold world lay in sloth
 Ye kept the watch with joy;

And by your breath the frosts were thawed,
Your kind brown eyes saw and were awed;
King of the world, the angels' God,
 And mine own new-born Boy.

Joseph.

Now, by the golden light of stars,
And the great crown each angel wears,
I see a throng of wayfarers.
 Coming across the moor

Are shepherd men, and men like kings;
And every one his present brings;
The sheep, the shepherds' shepherdings,
 And dog, are at our door.
[Kings and Shepherds enter and kneel.

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