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(A. Charles) |
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Oh holy night, the stars are brightly shining |
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It is the night of the dear 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 spirit felt His worth |
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A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices |
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For yonder beams a new and glorious morn |
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Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices! |
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Oh, night divine! The night when Christ was born! |
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Oh, night, oh holy night, oh night divine |
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Truly he taught us to love one another |
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His law is love and His gospel is peace |
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Chains shall he break for the slave is our brother |
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And in his name all oppression shall cease |
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Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we |
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With all our hearts we praise his holy name |
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Christ is the Lord! Then ever, we praise Him |
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His power and glory evermore proclaim |
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His power and glory evermore proclaim |
