Herod the king, in his raging
Charged he hath this day
His men of might, in his own sight
All young children to slay
O sisters, too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor Youngling for whom we do sing
All thy fears turn to rage
Herod the king, in his raging
Charged he hath this day
His men of might, in his own sight
All young children to slay
O sisters, too, how may we do
For to preserve this day
This poor Youngling for whom we do sing
All thy fears turn to rage
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