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O little town of |
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Bethlehem, |
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How still we see thee lie! |
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Above thy deep and dreamless sleep |
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The silent stars go by; |
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Yet in thy dark streets shineth |
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The everlasting |
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Light; The hopes and fears of all the years |
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Are met in thee tonight. |
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For Christ is born of |
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Mary, And gathered all above, |
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While mortlas sleep, the angels keep |
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Their watch of wondering love. |
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O morning stars, together |
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Proclaim the holy birth! |
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And praises sing to |
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God the King, |
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And peace to men on earth. |
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How silently, how silently, |
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The wondrous gift is giv'n! |
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So God imparts to human hearts |
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The blessings of |
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His heav'n. |
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No ear may hear |
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His coming, |
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But in this world of sin, |
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Where meek souls will receive |
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Him, still |
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The dear Christ enters in. |
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O holy Child of |
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Bethlehem! |
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Descend to us, we pray; |
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Cast out our sin and enter in, |
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Be born in us today. |
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We hear the |
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Christmas angels |
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The great glad tidings tell; |
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O come to us, abide with us, |
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Our Lord Immanuel. |
