The Huron Carol

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'Twas in the moon of wintertime
When all the birds had fled
That mighty Gitchi Manitou
Sent angel choirs instead
Before their light the stars grew dim
And wand'ring hunters heard the hymn
Jesus your King is born
Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria!

Within a lodge of broken bark
The tender Babe was found
A ragged robe of rabbit skin
Enwrapped his beauty 'round
And as the hunter braves drew nigh
The angel song rang loud and high
Jesus your King is born
Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria!

The earliest moon of wintertime
Is not so round and fair
As was the ring of glory on
The helpless infant there
The chiefs from far before him knelt
With gifts of fox and beaver pelt
Jesus your King is born
Jesus is born, in excelsis 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 excelsis gloria!

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