| He was born in a manger a small tiny stranger
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| in a quilt that was carelessly made
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| just some boards nailed together not fit for a beggar
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| was the place where my Saviour would lay
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| Down through the ages the people sang praises
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| for the light of God’s love shining down
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| as it shines I can see the pathway before me
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| from cradle to cross to crown
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| Through the gates of the city crawled a man filled with pity
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| while bearing the weight of the Tree
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| as they ruthlessly nailed Him it seemed just Father had failed Him
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| but He knew what His purpose must be
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| Down through the ages the people sang praises
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| for the light of God’s love shining down
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| as it shines I can see the pathway before me
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| from cradle to cross to crown
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| It was on Sunday morning, He awoke with the dawning
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| shattering death’s mighty hold
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| now He’s back home in heaven, but soon He’ll be coming
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| wearing a crown of pure gold
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| Down through the ages the people sang praises
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| for the light of God’s love shining down
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| as it shines I can see the pathway before me
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| from cradle to cross to crown |