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Didst thou know, oh Bethlehem When travelers bustled by That one still night–The mighty God Would in thy borders lie? No room–O town of Bethlehem He owns each hill and den Yet in thy stable manger Begins His walk with men How small–O town of Bethlehem That fragile, infant child Through whom mankind for ages hence With God is reconciled Thy cold reply–“no room for thee” Through ages echo’d on O Bethlehem, t’was God Himself Thy answer fell upon No place to lay my head, He said No home to call my own A cross they hailed His body to And thorns were made His crown O Bethlehem–forever Deliverance is proclaimed For all the sin from Adam hence Was on His body laid But we like thee, O Bethlehem Must bid the Master in O open all the stubborn gates For the eternal King. |