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I think I might be weary of this day / That comes inevitably every year, / The same when I was young and strong and gay, / The same when I am old and growing sere -- / I should grow weary of it every year / But that thou comest to me every day.
I shall grow weary if thou every day / But come to me, Lord of eternal life; / I shall grow weary thus to watch and pray, / For ever out of labour into strife; / Take everlasting house with me, my life, / And I shall be new-born this Christmas-day.
Thou art the Eternal Son, and born no day, / But ever he the Father, thou the Son; / I am his child, but being born alway -- / How long, O Lord, how long till it be done?
Be thou from endless years to years the Son -- / And I thy brother, new-born every day.