English poem
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Come, let us sing with joyful mirth The mystery of Immanuel's birth, Who, Virgin born, is here; The middle wall no longer stands, No flaming sword in Cherub's hands Inspires the soul with fear.
Versos English John Brownlie I
Versos English John Brownlie I
English poem
Come, let us sing with joyful mirth The mystery of Immanuel's birth, Who, Virgin born, is here; The middle wall no longer stands, No flaming sword in Cherub's hands Inspires the soul with fear.