Moonless darkness stands between.
Past, O Past, no more be seen!
But the Bethlehem star may lead me
To the sight of Him Who freed me
From the self that I have been.
Make me pure, Lord:
Thou art holy;
Make me meek, Lord:
Thou wert
lowly;
Now beginning, and alway:
Now begin, on Christmas Day.
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