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Once in royal david's city stood a lowly cattle shed,
Where a mother laid her baby in a manger for his bed.
Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ, her little child.

He came down to earth from heaven,
Who is God and Lord of all,
And His shelter was a stable,
And His cradle was a stall.
With the poor and mean and lowly,
Lived on earth our Saviour holy.

And our eyes at last shall see Him,
Through His own redeeming love,
For that Child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in heaven above.
And He leads His children on
To the place where He is gone.



We three kings of orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar.
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder star
O, star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.

Born a King, on Bethlehem's plain,
Gold I bring, to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.

O, star of wonder star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading still proceeding
Guide us to thy perfect light.

Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns Diety night.
Prayer and praising all men raising,
Worship Him God most Hight.

O, star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading still proceeding,
Guide us through thy perfect light.

Myrrh is mine, it's bitter perfume.
Breathes a life of gathering gloom.
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.

O, star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.

Glorious now behold Him arise.
King and God and sacrifice,
Alleluia, Alleluia
Earth to the heav'ns replies

O, star of wonder, star of night,
Star with royal beauty bright.
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to thy perfect light.



Masters in this hall,
Hear ye news today,
Brought from overseas,
And ever I you pray.

Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,
Nowell sing we clear,
Holpen are all folk on earth,
Born is God's Son so dear.

Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,
Nowell sing we loud,
God today hath all folk raised,
And cast adown the proud.

Then to Bethl'em town,
We went two and two,
In a sorry place,
We heard the oxen low.

Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,
Nowell sing we clear,
Holpen are all folk on earth,
Born is God's Son so dear.

Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,
Nowell sing we loud,
God today hath all folk raised,
And cast adown the proud.

Ox and ass Him know,
Kneeling on thier knee
Wond'rous joy had I
This little Babe to see.

Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,
Nowell sing we clear,
Holpen are all folk on earth,
Born is God's Son so dear.

Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,
Nowell sing we loud,
God today hath all folk raised,
And cast adown the proud.

This is Christ, the Lord,
Masters be ye glad.
Christmas is come in
And no folk should be sad.

Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,
Nowell sing we clear,
Holpen are all folk on earth,
Born is God's Son so dear.

Nowell, Nowell, Nowell,
Nowell sing we loud,
God today hath all folk raised,
And cast adown the proud.