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When there broke on Eastern mountains Wondrously a

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Epiphany Carols.

Knowing not the great CRE- A- TOR Lay the world in deepest night,

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golden light.

And the grace- star led the Ma- gi To the low ly cat- tle

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stall Whence the glo- ry dai- ly widening Brought Redemption to us all.

Prostrate fall the bloody altars,

Men to bats their idols fling, And the Gospel reigns triumphant To the Ocean's widest ring.

And where its bright beams are burning

Rises up an Empire new,

On the ruins of old temples

Pleads the Offering one and true.