Our Christmas shall be rare at dawning there,
And each shall find his brother fair,
All hearts of the earth shall find new birth
Let me rejoice this Sunday noon,
And kneel while gray priests sing.
Fill thou my soul with hidden wine
My God, my God, this marvelous hour
Once in a thousand days your voice
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