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Born in Bethlehem

Fair, fair maiden sleepless lay, Labouring on the frosted hay, Breathless cries resound the airs, In pain of all a mothers cares, Thus with naught of pomp or hymn, Comes the Christ to conquer sin, And made as man our maker lies, Beneath his own well-fashioned skies.   Silent, silent is the Babe, For whom…