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O Bethlehem, Heaven’s fair rose its bud embowering, O Bethlehem
O Bethlehem, had in thy heart its time for flowering, O Bethlehem
Was there no room for God’s own Son sheltered within a lowly manger?
Now we have room, O royal stranger, But He is gone, O Bethlehem
O Bethlehem, o’er you a brilliant star is shining, O Bethlehem
O Bethlehem, o’er you it stands with no declining, O Bethlehem
Heavenly choirs of angels sing, bringing the world glad news of a King
Round you the hills and valleys rejoicing, O Bethlehem, O Bethlehem
O Bethlehem, ancient of days, within thy story Heaven was laid
O Bethlehem, anguish must be the price of glory, for us he paid
God’s greatest gift to man was made, so to himself our gift is given
Given, ourselves, from earth to heaven, O Bethlehem, O Bethlehem
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