The Workers' Carol

Gently the night winds winging, softly the shepherds singing, hark,
O you men of battle, Mary’s child is born.

No room but in a manger, come, thou lovely stranger,
Born amongst the cattle, Lord of Christmas morn.

Mary’s Son beside you, brings love and grace to guide you,
Yea come the Heavenly neighbour, enter this heart of mine.

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