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Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, the little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head; the stars in the heavens looked dow...
Carolina Sandell
1. Children of the heav'nly Father, Safely in his bosom gather; Nesting bird nor star in Heaven Such a refuge e'er was ...
Cecil Frances Alexander
Each little flow'r that opens, each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colors, He made their tiny wings. [...
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Infant holy, infant lowly, for His bed a cattle stall; oxen lowing, little knowing Christ, the babe, is Lord of all. Swi...
John Milton
Let us, with a gladsome mind, praise the LORD, for He is kind: for His mercies shall endure, ever faithful, ever sure.
Cecil Frances Alexander
Once in royal David’s city stood a lowly cattle shed, where a mother laid her baby in a manger for His bed: Mary was tha...