| Thrushes stir in the trees and hide from the moonlight
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| High on the stony ridge all is still
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| The whole world is waiting, silent as the icy stars
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| A holy winter to cheer our darkened hearts
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| Jesus, our Lord and King, born in a stable
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| Wrapped in rags, asleep on a bed of straw
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| Though He is from heaven, still it is enough for Him
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| He who made the mountains and will come again to reign
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| Oh blessed night! |
| Bright angels are singing
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| For Heaven’s Light is lying in a manger bed
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| Sweet Mary, she kisses His head and sings a lullaby
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| O boundless mercy of God, beautiful mystery!
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| The braying donkeys sheep and birds of the air
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| And shepherds and sages all have come this night
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| To welcome Him, redeemer of the world
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| Oh blessed night! |
| Bright angels are singing
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| For Heaven’s Light is lying in a manger bed
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| Sweet Mary, she kisses His head and sings a lullaby |