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Prayers and songs sung
To praise His holy name
A nativity scene began
The scene we've come to claim
Prayers and songs sung
To praise His holy name
A nativity scene began
The scene we've come to claim
He lay cradled in his mother's arms
She gazed into his face
Tiny baby born
To save the human race
Shepherds came to see
Born in a filthy cattle shed
A manger he lay swaddled
Straw for his tender head
From the womb to the tomb
He came to walk the land
Cobbled streets and hilltops
Led by His Father's hand
So very precious is the gift
More than frankincense, myrrh, and gold
Lasting through eternity's days
God's glory to behold
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