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ONE NIGHT.

One night God's Son was born,

A babe to weary Mary,

Who laid Him in the sweet, soft hay,

Brushed by the breathing of the stable beasts;

And some shy shepherds came from a nearby hillsides,

Well, They had seen a bright Angel in the sky,

And just like the Angel said,

They'd come to look,

And gone back and told,

Which filled a book.

 

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