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I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day
I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus
It Came Upon The Midnight Clear
It Must Have Been The Mistletoe
It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas
Song: Polish Traditional, Edith M.G. Reed.
Infant Holy, Infant lowly,
For His bed a cattle stall.
Oxen lowing, little knowing,
Christ the Babe is Lord of all.
Swift are winging angels singing,
Noels ringing, tidings bringing:
Christ the Babe is Lord of all!
Flocks are sleeping, Shepherds keeping,
Vigil till the morning new.
Saw the glory, heard the story,
Tidings of a Gospel true.
Thus rejoicing, free from sorrow,
Praises voicing, greet the morrow:
Christ the Babe was born for you.
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