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| Once In Royal Davids City |
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| Once in royal Davids 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. |
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| 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. |
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| For He is our childhood's pattern; |
| Day by day, like us, He grew; |
| He was little, weak, and helpless, |
| Tears and smiles, like us He knew; |
| And He cares when we are sad, |
| And he shares when we are glad. |
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| 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. |
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