| Away in a manger no crib for a bed
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| The little Lord Jesus laid down
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| His sweet head, the stars in the sky
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| Looked down where He lay
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| The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay
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| The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes
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| But little Lord Jesus, no crying
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| He makes, I love Thee Lord Jesus!
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| Look down from the sky and stay
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| By my cradle til morning is nigh
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| It’s Christmas!
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| The angels are singing
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| And I know the reason
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| The Savior is born
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| It’s Christmas!
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| The bells are ringing
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| And I feel like shouting
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| Joy to the world!
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| Be near me, Lord Jesus I ask Thee to stay
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| Close by me forever and love me I pray
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| Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care
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| And fit us for heaven
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| To live with Thee there
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| It’s Christmas!
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| The angels are singing
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| And I know the reason
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| The Savior is born
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| It’s Christmas!
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| The bells are ringing
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| And I feel like shouting
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| Joy to the world!
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| Go tell it on the mountain
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| Over the hills and everywhere!
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| Go, tell it on the mountain that
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| Jesus Christ is born!
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| It’s Christmas!
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| The angels are singing
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| And I know the reason
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| The Savior is born
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| It’s Christmas!
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| The bells are ringing
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| And I feel like shouting
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| Joy to the world! |