W-ith joy in your face,
E-yes of you are in tears;
N-ew dawn has broken, as the shadows disappears.
J-oy in your face
I-s caused by fine weather;
M-ist and fog fade away,
E-arly twelfth of December.
N-ight chill passes from view,
E-vading the Lord's embrace;
Z-one of warmth has felt the joy in your face.
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