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THE CHILDREN'S CHRISTMAS
O little folk of Christendom,
Your little Lord to you has come.
Your little Lord to you has come.
To blessed Mary's breast He clings,
Most helpless of created things,
Most helpless of created things,
Although the mighty God is He,
Whose love has bid the worlds to be,
Whose love has bid the worlds to be,
His darling hands are weak and small;
But in those hands He holds you all.
But in those hands He holds you all.
He loves you more than tongue can tell,
This little Babe, Emmanuel.
This little Babe, Emmanuel.
What will you bring that's dear and sweet,
To lay before His darling feet?
To lay before His darling feet?
Bring Him the gift He holds above
All else in worth, His children's love.
All else in worth, His children's love.
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