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From the Lutheran Hymn “To Me She’s Dear, the Worthy Maid:”
She wears of purest gold a crown
Twelve stars their rays are twining;
Her raiment, glorious as the sun,
And bright from far is shining.
Her feet the moon, Are set upon.
She is the bride, with the Lord to bide.
Sore travail is upon her;
She bringeth forth a noble Son
Whom all the world must honor,
Their King, the only one.
She wears of purest gold a crown
Twelve stars their rays are twining;
Her raiment, glorious as the sun,
And bright from far is shining.
Her feet the moon, Are set upon.
She is the bride, with the Lord to bide.
Sore travail is upon her;
She bringeth forth a noble Son
Whom all the world must honor,
Their King, the only one.