Joyful, All Ye Nations Rise

That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable, 

      And that far-beaming blaze of Majesty, 

Wherewith he wont at Heav’n’s high council-table, 

      To sit the midst of Trinal Unity, 

      He laid aside, and here with us to be, 

            Forsook the courts of everlasting day, 

            And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay.

From ‘On the Morning of Christ’s Nativity’

by John Milton.

Happy Christmas everyone.

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