| I wonder as I wander out under the sky
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| How Jesus the Saviour did come for to die
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| For poor on’ry people like you and like I;
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| I wonder as I wander out under the sky
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| When Mary birthed Jesus 'twas in a cow’s stall
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| With wise men and farmers and shepherds and all
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| But high from God’s heaven, a star’s light did fall
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| And the promise of ages it then did recall.
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| If Jesus had wanted for any wee thing
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| A star in the sky or a bird on the wing
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| Or all of God’s Angels in heaven to sing
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| He surely could have it, 'cause he was the King |