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<song version="1.0"><lyrics><verse label="1" type="v"><![CDATA[Once in royal David's city,
Stood a lowly cattle shed, 
Where a mother laid her baby
In a manger for His bed. 
Mary was that mother mild, 
Jesus Christ, her little child.]]></verse><verse label="2" type="v"><![CDATA[He came down to earth from heaven, 
Who is God and Lord of all, 
And His shelter was a stable, 
And His cradle was a stall: 
With the poor and meek and lowly 
Lived on earth our Saviour holy.]]></verse><verse label="3" type="v"><![CDATA[And through all His wondrous childhood 
He would honour and obey, 
Love and watch the lowly mother 
In whose gentle arms He lay. 
Christian children all should be 
Mild, obedient, good as He.]]></verse><verse label="4" type="v"><![CDATA[For He is our childhood’s pattern: 
Day by day like us He grew; 
He was little, weak and helpless; 
Tears and smiles like us He knew: 
And He feeleth for our sadness, 
And He shareth in our gladness.]]></verse><verse label="5" type="v"><![CDATA[And our eyes at last shall see Him 
Through His own redeeming love; 
For that child, so dear and gentle, 
Is our Lord in heaven above; 
And He leads His children on 
To the place where He is gone.]]></verse><verse label="6" type="v"><![CDATA[Not in that poor lowly stable, 
With the oxen standing by, 
We shall see Him, but in heaven, 
Set at God’s right hand on high; 
When like stars His children crowned, 
All in white shall wait around.]]></verse></lyrics></song>