O Holy Night, baritone.
O holy night, the stars are shining,
it is the night of his birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining, Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope, the weary world, for yonder breaks a glorious morn, fall on your knees.
Hear the angel voices
O night divine
O holy night when Christ was born
O night divine
All night, all night divine.
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of hope, the weary world, for yonder breaks a glorious morn, fall on your knees, oh hear,
O hear the angel voices!
O night divine!
O holy night when Christ was born!
Divine, O Night Divine, O Night Divine, O Night Divine.
O night divine!
O night, O night divine!
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