A star hath risen in the sky to tell where He doth lay.
His title is the King of Jews, though they are, Him, to slay.
And, even though that may be so, we still will sing and say,
O the Babe's born of Mary on this day, on this day! Oh, the Babe's born of Mary on this day!
He's fully God, yet fully man, lain where the horses stay,
The Master of the universe, here, our sins, to repay,
And so we show our thanks in our works and the words we say,
O the Babe's born of Mary on this day, on this day! Oh, the Babe's born of Mary on this day!
Forget not his great mother, for he is born Mariae,
And through her sinless nature came He, and no other way.
In honor of the Queen of Heav'n, once more, these words we'll say,
O the Babe's born of Mary on this day, on this day!
Oh, the Babe's born of Mary on this day!
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