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O little town of 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 light |
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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 Mary |
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And gathered all above |
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While mortals sleep the angels keep |
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Their watch of wondering love |
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Oh morning stars together, |
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Proclaim the holy birth |
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And praises sing to 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 given |
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So God imparts to human hearts |
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The blessings of his heaven |
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Oh morning stars together |
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Proclaim the holy birth |
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And praises sing to God the king |
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And peace to men on earth |
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The hopes and fears of all the years |
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Are met in thee tonight |
