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O Christ, born on the holy day, / I have no gift to give my King; / No flowers grow by my weary way; / I have no birthday song to sing.
How can I sing Thy name and praise, / Who never saw Thy face divine; / Who walk in darkness all my days, / And see no Eastern stars a-shine?