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O lowly, sacred stable,
Where light divine is shed;
O humble little manger,
Where rests that infant head.
Teach us thy old, old story,
How Jesus Christ was born,
How angels sang their carols
Upon that Christmas morn.
O little star, outshining
All worlds in splendor bright,
O little star, revealing
Where rests incarnate light.
Now lead me to my Child King
Encradled here on earth,
The Maker, Monarch, Savior,
The King of heavenly birth.
O blessèd Babe of Mary,
We worship Thee our king.
O Deity incarnate,
To Thee our praise we sing.
Accept our heart’s devotion,
Receive our homage due,
Bestow on us Thy blessing,
Create our hearts anew.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D
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Dates:
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1916
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 2:12;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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BROOKLINE
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Meter:
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7 6 7 6 D
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