risen, unconqu’ring Sun

**A Christmas Carol to Sol Invictus, the True God of Christmas**

Thine is the glory, risen, unconqu’ring Sun;

Endless is the vict’ry Thou o’er winter hast won.

The time is come, the month of winter solstice,

When the turning of the year is due.

Thunder shakes the earth, the course of heaven

Declares: naught can be destroyed forever.

Thine is the glory, risen, unconqu’ring Sun;

Endless is the vict’ry Thou o’er winter hast won.

Light returns, and shadow flees before Thee,

Life renewed by Thy eternal flame.

Mountains bow, and rivers praise Thy journey,

All creation heralds Thy mighty name.

Thine is the glory, risen, unconqu’ring Sun;

Endless is the vict’ry Thou o’er winter hast won.

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