"Soon must I sing with rejoicing, For the time it is run.
Of a wee child all undefiled, The King of Heaven's Son.
His blood so red for thee was shed, The price it was not small, Remember well that which I tell, And come when Jesu call. Man stands in doubt, and seeks about, Where that they mayst Him see.
Idols they set, riches to get,
Fashioned from the stone and tree.
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Mankind I call which lies in thrall, For love He made thee free,
To pay the debt the price was great, From Hell He ransomed thee.
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