| Eb | Ab | | O little town of | Bethlehem |
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| Eb | Bb | Eb | | How | still we | see thee | lie |
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| Ab | | Above thy deep and | dreamless sleep |
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| Eb | Bb | Eb | | The | silent | stars go | by |
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| Bb7 | | Yet in thy dark streets | shineth |
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| Ab | Eb | | The | everlasting | light |
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| Ab | | The hopes and fears of | all the years |
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| Eb | Bb | Eb | | Are | met in | thee to | night |
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For christ is born of mary |
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While mortals sleep, the angels keep |
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Their watch of wond'ring love |
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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 giv'n! |
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So god imparts to human hearts |
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The blessings of his heav'n. |
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No ear may his 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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O holy child of Bethlehem |
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Cast out our sin and enter in |
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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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