Calypso Carol
See him lying on a bed of straw:
A draughty stable with an open door;
Mary cradling the babe she bore –
The Prince of glory is His name.
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O now carry me to Bethlehem!
To see the Lord appear to men
Just as poor as was the stable then
The prince of glory when He came
Star of silver, sweep across the skies,
Show where Jesus in the manger lies;
Shepherds swiftly from your stupor rise
To see the saviour of the world.
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Angels, sing the song that you began,
Bring God’s glory to the heart of man;
Sing that Bethl’ems little baby can
Be salvation to the soul
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Mine are riches, from your poverty,
From Your innocence eternity;
Mine forgiveness by your death for me,
Child of sorrow for my joy.
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