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In the little village of Bethlehem, There lay a child one day, And the sky was bright with a holy light, O'er the place where Jesus lay; Al-le-lu-ia! O how the angels sang, Al-le-lu-ia! how it rang; And the sky was bright with a holy light, 'Twas the birthday of a King. 'Twas a humble birthplace, but oh! how much God gave to us that day, From the manger bed, what a path has led What a perfect holy way: Al-le-lu-ia! O how the angels sang, Al-le-lu-ia! how it rang; And the sky was bright with a holy light, 'Twas the birthday of a King. |
