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O holy night, the stars are brightly shining, |
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It is the night of the dear saviour's birth. |
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Long lay the world in sin and error pining, |
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Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth. |
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A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices, |
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For yonder breaks a news and glorious morn, |
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Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices. |
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O night divine, O night when Christ was born! |
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O night divine, O night, O night divine. |
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Led by the light of faith serenely beaming, |
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With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand. |
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So, led by light of a star sweetly gleaming, |
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Here came the wise men from the Orient land. |
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The King of kings lay thus in lowly manger, |
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In all our trials born to be our friend. |
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He knows our need, He guardeth us from danger; |
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Behold your King, before Him lowly bend! |
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Behold you King, before Him lowly bend! |
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Fall on your knees! etc. |
