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{Title: O Little Town of Bethlehem (192)}
O Little Town of Bethlehem (192)
O [D]little town of [G]Bethlehem, how [D]still we [A]see thee [D]lie!
A[D]bove [D/C]thy [B]deep and [Em]dreamless sleep, the [D/A]silent [A]stars go [D]by.
[D]Yet in thy [A/C#]dark [Bm]streets [F#]shineth the [Bm]everlas[Em/G]ting [F#]Light;
The [D]hopes and fears of [G]all the years are [D]met in [A]thee [D]tonight.
[D]For Christ is [G]born of [D]Ma- ry, and [A]gathered all [D]above,
W[D]hile [D/C]mortals [B]sleep, the [Em]angels keep their [D/A]watch of [A]wond'ring [D]love.
[D]O morning s[A/C#]tars, [Bm]toge[F#]ther pro[Bm]claim the [Em/G]holy b[F#]irth,
And [D]praises sing to [G]God the King, and [D]peace to [A]men on [D]earth.
[D]How silently, how [G]silently the [D]wondrous [A]Gift is [D]giv'n!
S[D]o God[D/C] impar[B]ts to [Em]human hearts the [D/A]blessings [A]of His [D]Heav'n.
[D]No ear may [A/C#]hear H[Bm]is c[F#]oming, but i[Bm]n this w[Em/G]orld of s[F#]in,
Where [D]meek souls will re[G]ceive Him still, the [D]dear Christ [A]enters [D]in.
[D]O holy Child of [G]Bethlehem, des[D]cend to [A]us, we [D]pray;
C[D]ast o[D/C]ut our [B]sin and [Em]enter in, be [D/A]born in [A]us to[D]day.
[D]We hear the [A/C#]Christ[Bm]mas [F#]angels the [Bm]great [Em/G]glad tidings [F#]tell;
O [D]come to us, a[G]bide with us, our [D]Lord Em[A]manue[D]l.