Hark! the herald angels sing,
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Glory to the newborn king!
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Peace on earth and mercy mild,
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God and sinners reconciled.
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Joyful all ye nations rise,
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Join the triumph of the skies,
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With angelic host proclaim:
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"Christ is born in Bethlehem"
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God rest ye merry gentlemen,
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Let nothing you dismay,
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For Jesus Christ our Savior was born upon this day,
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To save us all from Satan's power
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When we were gone astray,
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Oh, tidings of comfort and joy!
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Away in a manger,
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No crib for a bed,
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The little lord Jesus lay down his sweet head.
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The stars in the sky looked down where he lay,
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The little lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
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Silent night, holy night,
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All is calm, all is bright.
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Round yon Virgin, mother and child,
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Holy infant so tender and mild.
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Sleep in heavenly peace.
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O come, all ye faithful,
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Joyful and triumphant,
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O come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem.
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Come and behold him, born the king of angels,
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O come let us adore him...
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Good king Wenceslas looked out
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On the feast of Stephen,
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When the snow lay round about
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Deep and crisp and even.
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Brightly shone the moon that night,
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Though the frost was cruel.
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When a poor man came in sight,
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Gathering winter fuel.
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Angels we have heard on high,
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Sweetly singing o'er the plain,
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And the mountains in reply
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Echoing their joyous strains.
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Gloria in Excelsis Deo
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