(Phillips Brooks)
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O little town of Bethlehem
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How still we see thee lie!
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Above thy deep and reamless 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 was 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 wond'ring 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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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 in us
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Our lord , precious Lord, Emmanuel!
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Precious Lord
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O Little Town Of Bethlehem
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| Diana Ross |
