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Christmas
The Baby of Bethlehem
Lay in a manger,
And the Wise Men and the Kings came
To give him gold and frankincense
And myrrh;
And Mary, his mother, bent over him,
And he had a star for his own,
Which shone white and fair in the East.
Lay in a manger,
And the Wise Men and the Kings came
To give him gold and frankincense
And myrrh;
And Mary, his mother, bent over him,
And he had a star for his own,
Which shone white and fair in the East.
And they have called his name
The Prince of Peace;
And in his name
Men have cast out devils,
And handled serpents,
And ruled the people,
And builded glories and greatness,
And died very comfortably.
The Prince of Peace;
And in his name
Men have cast out devils,
And handled serpents,
And ruled the people,
And builded glories and greatness,
And died very comfortably.
And you of Babylon
Shall consider Him now
Stark, where He stands—
The Man of Sorrows
And Acquainted with Grief,
The Light of the World—
Shivering outside the halls
Wherein you make feasts for Him.
Shall consider Him now
Stark, where He stands—
The Man of Sorrows
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The Light of the World—
Shivering outside the halls
Wherein you make feasts for Him.
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