Come away to the skies,
My beloved, arise
And rejoice in the day thou wast born:
On this festival day,
Come exulting away,
And with singing to Zion return.

Now with singing and praise,
Let us spend all the days
By our heavenly Father bestowed;
While his grace we receive,
From his bounty we’ll live
To the honor and glory of God.

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