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BABE OF BABES
The Child has opened His eyes
Where the ox is bound,
And yet is the truest king
In the wide world found.
Where the ox is bound,
And yet is the truest king
In the wide world found.
We all should bend on this day
To the Child of grace,
And lift Him out of the straw
To a better place.
To the Child of grace,
And lift Him out of the straw
To a better place.
For every heart is the home
He will best adorn,
Making a cradle of each
On this Christmas morn.
He will best adorn,
Making a cradle of each
On this Christmas morn.
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