We Long To See Thee So

We long to see thee so, to see thee newly born,
we long for Christmas morn, the sands of time run slow.

O come, O come, O come our Saviour dear to be;
O come, O come, O come we have no king but thee.

We long to see thee so, to see the angels’ glory,
to hear the midnight story and with the shepherds go.

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