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O little town of Bethlehem |
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How still we see thee lie, |
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Above the deep and dreamless sleep, |
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The silent stars go by. |
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Yet in the 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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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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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, |
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The lord Emmanuel. |
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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. |