Today the age-long bond of Adam's sentence is broken, Paradise hath been opened unto us, the serpent made of no effect. For he looketh now upon the one whom he deceived, and she hath been made Mother of the Maker.
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Today the age-long bond of Adam's sentence is broken, Paradise hath been opened unto us, the serpent made of no effect. For he looketh now upon the one whom he deceived, and she hath been made Mother of the Maker.
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Made flesh of the Holy Spirit and made man of the ever-Virgin Mary, Thou hast enlightened us by Thy coming. O God who art, and who hast ever been, who hast shone forth from a Virgin, have mercy upon us.
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Keeping the feast in their company, in all readiness to open the treasuries of our hearts, let us offer to him our good deeds, faith, hope and charity, as gold and frankincense and myrrh.
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Herod determined to have the mastery of thee, who cannot be mastered, not perceiving the choir of martyrs he would bring unto thee.
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When iron is plunged into fire, then it is filled with its energy, and though it is iron in its own nature, it throbs with the power of fire. So too the lifegiving Word of God, uniting himself to his own flesh, made it lifegiving.
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Thy nativity O Christ our God hath made the light of knowledge dawn upon the world: for thereby those who worshipped the stars were taught through a star to know thee, the Dayspring from on high.
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Let us go in thought with the shepherds, my dearest brethren, to Bethlehem, the city of David, and lovingly recall that in her the Word was made flesh, and let us celebrate his incarnation with fitting honor.
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Unto him that none may approach the earth bringeth a cave in offering. For a new child hath been born, who is God before the ages. (Kontakion of the Nativity of Christ)
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O Come ye faithful, let us behold the place where Christ was born. Angels are raising their hymns there. Shepherds are abiding in the fields, singing Glory be on high to him that was born today.
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No one knows who does it. The peculiar munificence of the squire who has sacrificed his holly bushes is not appreciated. It has been done by contract, probably, and even if well done has none of the grace of association.
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