| Many a man has sought to be God
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| Destroying the world on his way
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| But only one God ever thought to be man
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| And he was born on Christmas day
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| Many a pauper has reached for the stars
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| Dreaming of wealth he would own
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| But the richest of all gave everything up
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| As a star led the way to His home
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| The world unaware that the baby was born
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| None seemed to care on that first Christmas morn
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| Only shepherds came running from hills far away
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| To see the king of all kings
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| To bow and obey
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| The baby asleep in the hay
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| The magi wore crowns as they carried their gifts
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| To the foot of an old manger bed
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| That cradled the king who would rule the whole world
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| With a crown of thorns on his head
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| The world unaware that the baby was born
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| None seemed to care on that first Christmas morn
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| Only shepherds came running from hills far away
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| To see the king of all kings
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| To bow and obey
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| The baby asleep in the hay
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| Majesty, sovereignty, power and might
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| In the skin of a baby that first Christmas night
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| No triumphal entry as He came to this world
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| Just born of a scared little girl
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| The world unaware that the baby was born
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| None seemed to care on that first Christmas morn
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| Only shepherds came running from hills far away
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| To see the king of all kings
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| To bow and obey
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| The baby asleep in the hay
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| The baby asleep in the hay |