O Little Town of Bethlehem
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GO little town of CBethlehem,
how Gstill we Dsee thee Glie;
above thy Edeep and Cdreamless sleep
the Gsilent Dstars go Gby.
Yet in thy dark streets Bmshineth
the Emeverlasting Bmlight;
the Ghopes and fears of Call the years
are Gmet in Dthee to-Gnight.
For Christ is born of Mary,
and gathered all above,
while mortals sleep, the angels keep
their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars together,
proclaim the holy birth,
and praises sing to God the king,
and peace to all on earth!
How silently, how silently,
the wondrous gift is given;
so God imparts to human hearts
the blessings of his heaven.
No ear may hear his coming,
but in this world of sin,
where meek souls will receive him, still
the dear Christ enters in.
