A day that ends our woe!
A day that tells of triumph
Against our vanquish'd foe!
Yield, summer's brightest sunrise,
To this December morn:
Life up your gates, ye Princes
And let the Child be born!
With Gloria in excelsis
Archangels tell their mirth:
With Kyrie eleyson
Men answer upon the earth:
And angels swell the triumph,
And mortals raise the horn,
Life up you gates, ye Princes,
And let the Child be born.
He comes, His throne the manger
A day, a day of glory! A day that ends our woe! A day that tells of triumph Against our vanquish'd foe! Yield, summer's brightest sunrise, To this December morn: Life up your gates, ye Princes And let the Child be born! With Gloria in excelsis Archangels tell their mirth: With Kyrie eleyson Men answer upon the earth: And angels swell the triumph, And mortals raise the horn, Life up you gates, ye Princes, And let the Child be born. He comes, His throne the manger Explain Request ×
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