| O little town of Bethlehem
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| How still we see thee lie,
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| Above the deep and dreamless sleep,
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| The silent stars go by.
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| Yet in the dark streets shineth,
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| The everlasting light,
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| The hopes and fears of all the years,
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| Are met in thee tonight.
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| How silently, how silently,
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| The wondrous gift is given.
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| So God imparts to human hearts,
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| The blessings of his heaven.
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| We hear the Christmas angels,
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| The great glad tidings tell,
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| O come to us, abide with us,
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| The lord Emmanuel.
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| No ear may hear his coming,
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| But in this world of sin,
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| Where meek souls will receive him still,
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| The dear Christ enters in. |