| Gather 'round, ye children, come
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| Listen to the old, old story
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| Of the pow’r of Death undone
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| By an infant born of glory
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| Son of God, Son of Man
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| So gather 'round, remember now
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| How creation held its breath
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| How it let out a sigh
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| And it filled up the sky with the angels
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| Son of God, Son of Man
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| So sing out with joy for the brave little boy
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| Who was God, but He made Himself nothing
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| He gave up His pride and He came here to die
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| Like a man
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| Therefore God exalted Him
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| To the place of highest praises
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| And He gave Him a name above every name
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| That at the very name of Jesus, Son of God
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| We would sing out with joy for the brave little boy
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| Who was God, but He made Himself nothing
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| Well, He gave up His pride and He came here to die
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| Like a man
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| So in heav’n and earth and below
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| Every knee would bow in worship
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| And ev’ry tongue would proclaim
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| That Jesus, He reigns with the angels
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| So sing out with joy for the brave little boy
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| Who was God, but He made Himself nothing
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| Yes, He gave up His pride and He came here to die
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| Like a man
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| Gather 'round, ye children, come
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| Listen to the old, old story
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| Of the pow’r of Death undone
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| By an infant born of glory
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| Son of God, Son of Man |