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'Twas
in the moon of winter time, when all the birds had fled,
that
mighty Gitchi-Manitou sent angel choirs instead;
before
their light the stars grew dim, and wondering hunters heard the hymn:
Jesus
your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelcis gloria.
Within
a lodge of broken bark the tender babe was found,
a
ragged robe of rabbit skin enwrapped his beauty round;
but
as the hunter braves drew nigh, the angel song rang loud and high:
Jesus
your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelcis gloria.
O
children of the forest free, O sons of Manitou,
the
holy child of earth and heaven is born today for you.
Come,
kneel before the radiant boy, who brings you beauty, peace and joy:
Jesus
your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelcis gloria.
Written by St. Jean de Brebeuf,
a Jesuit missionary who lived among the Hurons
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