Come rejoicing, faithful men, with rapture singing Alleluia! Monarch's Monarch., from a holy maiden spring, mighty Wonder! Angel of the counsel here, Sun from star, he doth appear, born of maiden: He a sun who knows no night, she a star whose paler light fadeth never. As a star its kindred ray, Mary doth her Child display, like in nature; still undimmed he star shines on, and the maiden bears a Son, pure as ever. Lebanon his cedar tall to the hyssop on the wall lowly bendeth; from the highest, him we name Word of God, to human frame now descendeth. Yet the synagogue denied what Isaiah had descried: blindness fell upon the guide, proud, unheeding. If her prophets speak in vain, let her heed a gentile strain, and, from mystic Sybil, gain light and leading. No longer then delay, hear what the scriptures say, why be cast away a race forlorn? Turn and this Child behold, that very Son, of old in God's writ foretold, a maid hath borne.
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