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Good King Wenceslas looked out,
On the Feast of Stephen;
When the snow lay round about,
Deep and crisp and...
Art thou weary, art thou languid, Art thou sore distressed?
Source: Art thou...
Jerusalem the golden,
With milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice...
In his master's steps he trod,
Where the snow lay dinted.
Source: Carol
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Christian! dost thou see them
On the holy ground,
How the troops of Midian
Prowl and prowl...