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The babe in Bethlem's manger laid
In humble form so low
By wandering angels is surveyed
Through all his scenes of woe
Nowell, Nowell, now sing a Saviour's birth
All hail His coming down to Earth
Who raises us to heaven
A Saviour! sinners all around
Sing, shout the wondrous word;
Let every bosom hail the sound
A Saviour ! Christ the Lord
For not to sit on David's throne
With worldly pomp and joy,
He came for sinners to atone,
And Satan to destroy.
To preach the Word of Life Divine,
And feed with living Bread,
To heal the sick with hand benign,
And raise to life the dead.
He preached, He suffered, bled and died,
Uplift 'twixt earth and skies
In sinners' stead was crucified,
For sin a sacrifice.
Well may we sing a Saviour's birth,
Who need the grace so given,
And hail His coming down to earth,
Who raises us to Heaven.
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