"Come, come Savior tonight, lower your wings around us,
Over the turmoil and strife of the world,
Over the grief and the sighs in our breast,
Over the ancient now gone to rest,
Over the young who are building their nest!
Come, come Savior tonight, lower your wings around us!
"Jul, Jul, Stralande Jul," Gustav Nyquist
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