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Christ was born on Christmas Day
Wreathe the holly, twine the bay;
Christus natus hodie;
The Babe, The Son, the Holy One of Mary.

He is born to set us free,
He is born our Lord to be,
Ex Maria Virgine,
The God, the Lord, by all ador’d forever.

Let the bright red berries glow,
Ev’ry where in goodly show,
Christus natus hodie;
The Babe, the Son, the Holy One of Mary.

Christian men, rejoice and sing,
’Tis the birthday of a King
Ex Maria Virgine;
The God, the Lord, by all ador’d forever.

Sing out with bliss,
His name is this: Immanuel!
As twas foretold in days of old,
by Gabriel.

Night of sadness, morn of gladness,
Evermore, ever, ever,
After many troubles sore,
Morn of gladness, evermore and evermore.
Midnight scarcely pass’d and over,
Drawing to this holy morn,
Very early, very early Christ was born.

Sing out with bliss, His name is this Emmanuel,
As was foretold in days of old by Gabriel.
Midnight scarcely pass’d and over,
Drawing to this holy morn,
Very early, very early Christ was born.