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While shepherds watched their flocks by night
All seated on the ground
The Angel of the Lord came down
And Glory shone around
All glory be to God on high
And to the earth be peace
Goodwill henceforth from Heaven to men
Begin and never cease
If angels sung a Savior's birth
On that auspicious morn
We well may imitate their mirth
Now He again is born.
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