| Last line of first verse | Carol |
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| The little lord Jesus asleep in the hay. | |
| O Come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. | |
| By, by, lully, lullay. | |
| Born is the King of Israel. | |
| O tidings of comfort and joy | |
| Gath'ring winter fuel. | |
| Glory to the newborn King! | |
| O night divine! | |
| The world in solemn stillnes lay, to hear the angels sing. | |
| And heaven and nature sing. | |
| The hopes and fears of all the years, are met in the tonight. | |
| | Last line of first verse | Carol |
|---|
| Sleep in heavenly peace. | |
| Guide us to Thy perfect light. | |
| ...the Babe, the Son of Mary. | |
| Troll the ancient Yuletide carol fa la la... | |
| How true you stand unchanging. | |
| And God send you a Happy new Year. | |
| The playing of the merry organ, sweet singing in the choir. | |
| Whisper what you'll bring to me; tell me if you can. | |
| Good tidings for Christmas, and a Happy New Year. | |
| Once you pass its borders, you can never return again. | |
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