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O holy night, the stars are brightly shining |
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It is the night of our dear |
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Saviour's birth |
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Long lay the world in sin and error pining |
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Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth |
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A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices |
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For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn |
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Fall on your knees, oh, hear the angel voices |
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O night divine, |
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O night when |
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Christ was born |
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O night divine, |
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O holy night |
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Led by the light of faith serenely beaming |
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With glowing hearts by |
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His cradle we stand |
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So led by light a star is sweetly gleaming |
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Become the wisemen from the orient land |
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The King of kings lay thus the lowly manger |
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In all our trials, born to be our friends |
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He knows our need, to weakness is no stranger |
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Behold you the |
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King, O night when |
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Christ was born |
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O night divine, |
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O holy night |
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Fall on your knees, oh, hear the angel voices |
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O night divine, |
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O night when |
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Christ was born |
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O night divine, |
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O holy night |
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O holy night, |
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O holy night |
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O holy night, |
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O holy night |
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O holy night |
