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Oh, sing the news of Bethlehem

(Verse 1)
In the quiet of a midnight cold
A story whispered, ancient and bold
Beneath the velvet, star-lit dome
A weary couple far from home
No room for them within the inn
But heaven starts to usher in
A light that breaks the dark of night
To set the sleeping world aright

(Chorus)
Oh, sing the news of Bethlehem
A star above, a hidden gem
The King of kings in humble bed
With straw to pillow down His head
Born to bring us peace and grace
The Savior of the human race

(Verse 2)
The shepherds watch their quiet sheep
While all the city lies in sleep
Then sudden glory fills the sky
The angels sing their lullaby
"Peace on earth," the heavens cry
To lift our spirits to the high
The lowly stable, wood and hay
Where hope arrives in light of day

(Chorus)
Oh, sing the news of Bethlehem
A star above, a hidden gem
The King of kings in humble bed
With straw to pillow down His head
Born to bring us peace and grace
The Savior of the human race

(Bridge)
From far away the wise men ride
With gifts of gold and hearts opened wide
They follow where the starlight gleams
To find the answer to their dreams
A tiny hand, a gentle sigh
The dawn of love beneath the sky

(Chorus)
Oh, sing the news of Bethlehem
A star above, a hidden gem
The King of kings in humble bed
With straw to pillow down His head
Born to bring us peace and grace
The Savior of the human race

(Outro)
Sleep now, little one, so still
The world awaits your holy will
Love is born, the shadows flee
Heaven's gift for you and me.

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