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Though in my heart no Christmas glee, / Though my song-bird be dumb, / Jesus, it is enough for me / That thou art come.
What though the loved be scattered far, / Few at the board appear, / In thee, O Lord, they gathered are, / And thou art here.
And if our hearts be low with lack, / They are not therefore numb; / Not always will thy day come back -- / Thyself will come!