| O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
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| Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
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| Yet in thy dark streets shineth, the everlasting light
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| The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight
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| And the Glory of Christmas, is the Glory of Christ
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| And the Glory of Christmas, is the story of His love
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| O holy child of Bethlehem
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| Descend to us we pray
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| Cast out our sin and enter in
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| Be born in us today
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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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| Our Lord Emmanuel
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| And the Glory of Christmas, is the Glory of Christ
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| And the Glory of Christmas, is the story of His love
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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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| No ear may here 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
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| O Christ be welcomed in
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| And the Glory of Christmas, is the Glory of Christ
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| And the Glory of Christmas, is the story of His love
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| And the Glory of Christmas, is the Glory of Christ
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| And the Glory of Christmas, is the story of His love |