| Oh what a precious promise
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| Oh what a gift of love;
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| An angel told a virgin that
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| She’s gonna have a son
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| And though it’s a precious promise
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| She wonders how can this be;
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| What will the people say
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| And what if Joseph can’t believe
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| And her questions and her fears
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| Are met with an overwhelming joy
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| That God has chosen her
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| Oh what a precious promise;
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| Mary waits as heaven comes to her
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| Oh what a precious promise
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| Oh what a gift of love;
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| Joseph makes his choice to do
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| What few men would have done:
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| To take Mary as his bride
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| When she’s already carrying a child
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| That isn’t his own
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| Oh what a precious promise;
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| Mary and the child will have a home
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| And shepherds stand on a hillside
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| Their hearts racing with the news the angel told them;
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| A star’s light fills up the dark sky
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| As a night of precious promise is unfolding
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| Oh what a precious promise
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| Oh what a gift of love;
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| The waiting now is over and
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| The time has finally come
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| For the God who made this world
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| To roll back the curtain
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| And unveil His passion for the heart of man
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| Oh what a precious promise
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| Lying in a manger in Bethlehem |