UNTO US A SON IS GIVEN
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Given, not lent, And not withdrawn—once sent— This Infant of mankind, this One, Is still the little welcome Son.
New every year, New-born and newly dear, He comes with tidings and a song, The ages long, the ages long.
Even as the cold Keen winter grows not old; As childhood is so fresh, foreseen, And spring in the familiar green;
Sudden as sweet Come the expected feet. All joy is young, and new all art, And He, too, Whom we have by heart.