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Six Pence None The Richer The Dawn Of Grace

Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells, all seem to say, throw cares away Christmas

they And, ah they love him, too The children in each different place Will see the baby Jesus' face Like theirs but bright with heav'nly grace And filled

the Savior is born silent night, holy night Son of God, love's pure light radiant beams from Thy holy face with the dawn of redeeming grace Jesus,

Riu, riu, chiu La guarda ribera Dios guarde el lobo De nuestra cordera. El lobo rabioso la quiso morder, Mas Dios poderoso la supo defender; Quisole