Arid lands cried out in thirst,
Now refreshed by rainclouds' burst.
Grief-struck hearts with no belief,
Embraced now by blessed relief.
Lambs once left to go astray,
Saved by One who guides their way.
Weary traveler, without bed,
Enter here, find rest, be fed.
Hear God's trumpeters announce
Absolution; sin renounce.
Vanquished be your doubts and fear,
Each one who has gathered here.
Heavens fill with angels' praise,
Everyone glad voices raise.
Alleluia is our song,
Ring brass bells the whole night long.
Declare now the death of wrong.
Organs in full volume play,
Naz'reth's son is born today.
Happiness o'er all our land,
Infant Child of God made man.
Glorious this night will be,
Held in hearts through history.
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