Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All others doth deface:
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy;
O tidings of comfort and joy.
All out of darkness we have light.
Which made the angels sing this night:
"Glory to God and peace to men,
Now and forevermore. Amen."
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