| F# | F#dim | F# | C#dim | Abm7 | | O | little | town | of | Beth | lehem, |
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| Bm | F# | C#7sus4 | C#7 | F# | | How | still we | see | thee | lie! |
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| C#m6 | Eb7 | Gdim | Abm | | A | bove thy | deep and | dream | less sleep |
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| Bm6 | F#/C# | C#7sus4 | C#7 | F# | | The | silent | stars | go | by. |
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| Ebm | C# | B | Bb | | Yet | in thy | dark | streets | shineth |
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| Ebm | Fm | F# | Abm | Bbsus4 | Bb | | The | ev | er | last | ing | light; | |
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| F# | F#dim | F# | C#dim | Abm7 | | The | hopes and | fears | of | all | the years |
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| F#dim | F# | B | C#7sus4 | C#7 | F# | | Are | met | in | thee | to | night. |
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For Christ is born of Mary, |
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While mortlas 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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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 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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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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