See Him lying on a bed of straw
A draughty stable with an open door
Mary cradling the babe she bore
The Prince of glory is His name
O now carry me to Bethlehem
To see the Lord appear to men
Just as poor as was the stable then
The Prince of glory when He came
Star of silver, sweep across the skies
Show where Jesus in the manger lies
Shepherds, swiftly from your stupor rise
To see the Saviour of the world
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Angels, sing again the song you sang
Bring God's glory to the heart of man
Sing that Bethlehem's little baby can
Be salvation to the soul
Mine are riches, from Thy poverty
From Thine innocence, eternity
Mine, forgiveness by Thy death for me
Child of sorrow for my joy
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