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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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