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O Clittle town of FBethlehem, how Cstill we Gsee thee Clie
ACbove C/Athy dAeep and dDmream less sleep, the C/Gsilent Gstars go Cby
CYet in thy G/Bdark sAmtreets sEhine the everAm lastinDmg FLigEht
The Chope sand fear so fFall the years are Cmet in Gthee Ctonight
CFor Christis BForn of MCary, and ga Gthere dall abCove,
WChile C/Amortals Asleep, the Dmangels keep their wC/Gatch of wGond'ring lCove
CO morning sG/Btars, Amtogether proclaDmim FtheE holy birth
And Cpraises sing to FGod the King, and Cpeace to Gmen on Cearth
CHow silently, how Fsilently the wCondro us GGif tis Cgiv'n!
SCo GodC/A imparAts to Dmhuman hearts the bC/Glessings oGf His HCeav'n.
CNo ear may G/Bhear HAmis coming, buDmt iFn thisE world of sin
Where Cmeek souls Will reFceive Him still, the Cdear ChristeGn ters Cin
CO holy Child of FBethlehem, desCcend touGs, we pCray
CCast oC/Aut our Asin and Dmenter in, be C/Gborn in Gus toCday
CWe hear the G/BChristAmmas angels DmtheF great glaEd tiding stell
O Ccome tous, abFide with us, our LCord EmmGanuelC
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