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A bell is rung, a Carol sung
the time is drawing near A Babe was born, before that morn the cause of all our cheer On that Noel, no one could tell what joy He'd bring to men He came to save, new life He gave but who could know it then? Older he grew - and soon He knew He was the Father's Son Wiser in things - this King of Kings His journey then begun. Ahead, the Cross - a seeming loss (to us it was all gain) He rose once more, and goes before His Life was not in vain We're full of cheer, the day is here to celebrate His Birth Our voices raise, we sing His Praise this Lord of All the Earth! --Arlene Price |
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