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O holy night, the stars are brightly shining,
it is the night of the dear Saviour’s birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices,
for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices!