Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
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Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
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Yet in they dark streets shineth, the everlasting light
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The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.
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For Christ is born of Mary, and gathered all above
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While mortals sleep the angels keep their watch of wondering love
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Oh morning stars together, proclaim the holy birth.
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And praises sing to God the king, and peace to men on earth.
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How silently, how silently, the wondrous gift is given
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So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of his heaven
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No ear may hear his coming, but in this world of sin
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Where meek souls will receive him still, the dear Christ enters in.
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Oh holy Child of Bethlehem, descend to us we pray
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Cast out our sin and enter in, be born in us today
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We hear the Christmas angels, the great glad tidings tell
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O come to us, abide with us, our lord Emanuel.
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O Little Town Of Bethlehem
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| Frank Sinatra |
