(Philips Brooks/Lewis H. Redner)
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O little town of Bethlehem,
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How still we see the 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 to-night.
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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, still
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The dear Christ enters in.
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The hopes ans fears of all the years
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Are met in thee tonight
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O Little Town Of Bethlehem
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| Emmylou Harris |
