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Glad Christmas bells, your music tells
The sweet and pleasant story;
How came to earth, in lowly birth,
The Lord of life and glory.
No palace hall its ceiling tall
His kingly head spread over,
There only stood a stable rude
The heavenly Babe to cover.
No raiment gay, as there He lay,
Adorned the infant Stranger;
Poor, humble Child of mother mild,
She laid Him in a manger.
But from afar, a splendid star
The wise men westward turning;
The livelong night saw pure and bright,
Above His birth place burning.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 2:7;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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GLAD CHRISTMAS BELLS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7
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