O little town of Bethlehem,
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How still we see thee lie.
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Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
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The silent stars go by;
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Yet in thy 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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For Christ is born of Mary,
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And, gathered all above
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While mortals sleep, the angels keep
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Their watch of wondering love.
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O morning stars, together
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Proclaim the holy birth.
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And praises sing to God the King.
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And peace to men on earth.
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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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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,
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Still The dear Christ enters in.
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O Holy Child of Bethlehem,
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Descend to us, we pray;
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Cast out our sin and enter in;
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Be born in us today!
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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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Our Lord Emmanuel!
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O Little Town Of Bethlehem
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| Annie Lennox |
