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What Child is this who laid to rest |
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On Mary's lap is sleeping |
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Whom angels greet with anthems sweet |
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While shepherds watch are keeping |
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This, this is Christ the King |
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Whom shepherds guard and angels sing |
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Haste, haste to bring Him laud |
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The Babe, the Son of Mary |
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Why lies He in such mean estate |
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Where ox and ass are feeding |
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Good Christian fear for sinners here |
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The silent word is pleading |
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Nails, spears shall pierce Him through |
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The Cross be borne for me, for you |
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Hail, hail, the Word made flesh |
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The Babe, the Son of Mary |
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So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh |
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Come peasant, King, to own Him |
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The King of Kings, salvation brings |
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Let loving hearts enthrone Him |
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Raise, raise the song on high |
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The Virgin sings her lullaby |
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Joy, joy for Christ is born |
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The Babe, the Son of Mary |
