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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 soul rejoices, |
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For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. |
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Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices! |
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O night divine, oh night when Christ was born; |
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O night divine, oh night oh night divine. |
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A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices, |
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For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. |
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Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices! |
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O night divine, oh night when Christ was born; |
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O night divine, oh night oh night divine. |
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O night divine, oh night when Christ was born. |
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O night divine, oh night oh night divine. |
