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Open wide the stable door, |
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Monarchs rich and shepherds poor |
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Wait to tread the holy floor |
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Where lies the |
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Son of God. |
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See, they bring |
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Him gifts of gold, |
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Tender lambs from |
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Judah's fold, |
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As with awe their eyes behold |
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The infant |
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Son of God. |
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I am not a wealthy |
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King,Naught have |
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I for offering. |
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E'en a lamb |
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I cannot bring |
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To give Thee, |
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Son of God. |
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Yet I would be at |
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Thy sideAnd the door is open wide! |
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What can empty hands provide, |
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Oh, what, |
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Thou Son of |
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God?Not without can |
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I remain,Not my heart's deep urge restrain, |
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Trembling 'neath my love and pain, |
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I come, dear |
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Son of God. |
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Now I bow me at |
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Thy stall, |
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Giftless, yet |
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I give Thee all; |
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Thou art the |
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Lord, and |
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I am thrall |
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To Thee, O |
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Son of God! |
