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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