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Away in a Manger

Away in a manger, no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus lays down his sweet head
The stars in the bright sky
Looked down where he lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay

The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes
I love thee Lord Jesus,
Look down from the sky
And stay by my side until morning is nigh

Be near me Lord Jesus; I ask thee to
stay Close by me forever, and love me, I pray.
Bless all the dear children
In thy tender care,
And fit us for heaven,
To live with thee there.

Come All Ye Faithful

O come, all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem
Come and behold him
Born the king of angels

Oh come, let us adore him
Oh come, let us adore him
Oh come, let us adore him
Christ the Lord

God of God
Light of Light
Lo, he abhors not he Virgin's womb
Very God begotten not created

Sing, choirs of angels,
Sing in exultation
Sing all ye citizens of heaven above
Glory to God in the highest

Once in Royal David's City

Once in royal David's city
Stood a lowly cattle shed
Where a mother laid her baby
In a manger for his bed.
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ, her little child.

He came down to earth from heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all,
And his shelter was a stable,
And his cradle was a stall.
With the needy, poor and lowly,
Lived on earth our saviour holy.

And our eyes at last shall see him
Through his own redeeming love.
For that child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in heaven above.
And he leads his children on
To the place where he is gone.

Silent Night

Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace.

Silent night, holy night
Shepherds quake at the sight,
Glories stream from heaven afar,
Heavenly hosts sing alleluia.
Christ, the Saviour is born
Christ, the Saviour is born.

Silent night, holy night.
Son of God, love's pure light.
Radiant beams from thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace.
Jesus, Lord at thy birth
Jesus, Lord at thy birth.

O little town of Bethlehem

O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see thee lie
Above they deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by
Yet in the dark streets shineth
The everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight

O morning stars together
Proclaim the holy birth
And praises sing to God the king
And peace upon the earth.
For Christ is born of Mary
And gathered all above
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.

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.