’Tis a sto­ry told of the long ago,
A tale of the days that used to be,
Of shep­herds watch­ing their flocks by night,
Of an an­gel song and a vi­sion bright,
And a sleep­ing babe in a man­ger low;
But what does it mean to you and me?

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What does it mean to you and me?
What does it mean to you and me?
A sleep­ing babe in a man­ger low—
But what does it mean to you and me?

It tells of the light of a won­drous star,
This tale of the days that used to be;
And wise men guid­ed ov­er des­erts wild,
Who came to wor­ship a roy­al child
And gave Him gifts which they brought from far;
But what does it mean for you and me?

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It tells of peace in our toil and strife,
This tale of the days that used to be,
Of crys­tal streams for the thirs­ty soul,
Of bread for the hun­gry, the sick made whole,
Instead of death, ev­er­last­ing life;
Does it still mean this for you and me?

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Ah! yes! for how­ev­er we doubt and sin,
Christ still is the same that He used to be:
If we heed not the cross and the One who died,
Our souls can ne­ver be sa­tis­fied;
If we op­en our hearts to take Him in,
It will just mean Hea­ven for you and me.

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