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On hillsdes of moonlight, and shooting stars |
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Shepards keep the late watch, on a crisp blue night |
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Suddenly the darkness breaks with full daylight |
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With hosts of heaven's angels filling the sky |
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Glory to God in the highest, now here in Bethlehem |
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Glory to God, In the highest, the Child who will save all men |
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Rushing to the city, sandal slipping on cobbletone |
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Find they in the great story, for centuries we've now known |
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And pouring out with wonder, the shepards step outside |
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And lift worn hands to heaven singing aloud |
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Glory to God in the highest, now here in Bethlehem |
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Glory to God, In the highest, the Child who will save all men |
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Now until he returns, remember this time |
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When least of men were given the greatest of light |
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That God chose not to glory in wealth, power, fame |
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But with the small and simple he came |
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Glory to God in the highest, now here in Bethlehem |
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Glory to God, In the highest, the Child who will save all men |
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Glory to God, Glory to God |
