| O little town of Bethlehem
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| How still we see the lie
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| Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
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| The silent stars go by Yet in thy dark streets shineth
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| The everlasting Light
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| The hopes and fears of all the years
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| Are met in thee tonight
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| For Christ is born of Mary
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| And gathered all above
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| While mortals sleep, the angels keep
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| Their watch of wondering love
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| O morning stars, together
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| Proclaim the holy birth
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| And praises sing to God the King
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| And peace to men on earth
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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 hear 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 Where children pure and happy
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| Pray to the blessed Child
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| Where misery cries out to thee
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| Son of the mother mild
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| Where charity stands watching
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| And faith holds wide the door
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| The dark night wakes, the glory breaks
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| And Christmas comes once more
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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 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 Our Lord Emmanuel! |