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O Clittle town of FBethlehem, how Cstill we Gsee thee lCie
ACbove C/Athy dAeep and dDmream less sleep, the C/Gsilent Gstars go Cby
CYet in thy G/Bdark sAmtreets sEhineth the evAmer lastDmingF lEight
The Chope sand fear so fFall they ears are Cmet in Gthee Ctonight
CFor Christis bForn of MCary, and gatGhered all aboCve
WChile C/Amortals Asleep, the Dmangels keep their wC/Gatch of wGond'ring lCove
CO morning sG/Btars, AmtogetherproclaiDmmthFehoElybirth
And Cpraises sing to FGod the King, and Cpeace to Gme noneC arth
CHow silently, how Fsilently the wCondrous GGif tis gCiv'n
SCo GodC/A imparAts to Dmhuman hearts the bC/Glessing s Gof His CHeav'n
CNo ear may G/Bhear HAmis coming, buDmt iFn thisE world of sin
Where Cmeek souls will reFceive Him still, the Cdear Christ Genters Cin
CO holy Child of FBethlehem, desCcend to Gus, we Cpray
CCast oC/Aut our Asin and Dmenter in, be C/Gborn in Gus toCday
CWe hear the G/BChristAmmas angels DmtheF great glaEd tidings tell
O Ccome to us, abFide with us, our LCord EmmGanuelC
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