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Jesus the name high over all
That’s what the poet said
His Mother laid him in a stall
Where beast and oxen fed.
The Shepherds left their flocks that night
To visit Mary's son
The Kings they followed a bright light
A new life had begun.
So many many years ago
We still rejoice today
But how many people really know
And from their heart can say.
Jesus was born to be my King
A pattern for my soul
And then you truthfully can sing
My Lord has made me whole.
