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