Repeat the dear old sto­ry
Of the ro­yal Babe who came,
His throne a low­ly man­ger,
In far off Beth­le­hem.
Tell how the sweet girl mo­ther
Watched ov­er the sin­less One,
And in her pure heart pon­dered
The strange things that were done.

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Oh! tell the sto­ry over,
Its charm grows nev­er, nev­er dim;
The sto­ry of the Christ child,
The Babe of Beth­le­hem.

Tell how the shep­herds watch­ing,
As Da­vid watched of yore,
Heard won­drous song of an­gels,
Men nev­er heard be­fore.
Tell how they hast­ened quick­ly
To see the Babe whose birth
Could bring from Heav­en the an­gels
To sing of peace on earth.

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Tell how the wise men fol­lowed
The beau­te­ous guid­ing star
Which led them to the man­ger,
From coun­tries strange and far.
Tell of their low­ly wor­ship,
The roy­al gifts they brought,
Thereby to fit­ly ho­nor
The king­ly Babe they sought.

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The Babe soon left the man­ger,
The shep­herds might not stay,
The wise men to their coun­try
Returned an­oth­er way.
’Tis ag­es since the Christ child
Slept in the man­ger low,
But still we love its sto­ry:
That Christ­mas long ago.

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