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CALYPSO CAROL   

See Him lying on a bed of straw; 
A draughty stable with an open door, 
Mary cradling the Babe she bore; 
The Prince of Glory is His name.

Oh, now carry me to Bethlehem 
To see the Lord appear to men; 
Just as poor as was the stable then, 
The Prince of Glory when He came.

Star of silver sweep across the skies, 
Show where Jesus in the manger lies. 
Shepherds swiftly from your stupor rise 
To see the Saviour of the world.  

Oh, now carry me to Bethlehem 
To see the Lord appear to men; 
Just as poor as was the stable then, 
The Prince of Glory when He came

Angels, sing again the song 
you sang, 
Bring God's glory to the 
heart of man; 
Sing that Bethl'em's little Baby can 
Be salvation to the soul. 
            
Oh, now carry me to Bethlehem 
To see the Lord appear to men; 
Just as poor as was the stable then, 
The Prince of Glory when He came

Mine are riches from Thy poverty, 
From Thine innocence, eternity; 
Mine, forgiveness, 
by Thy death for me, 
Child of Sorrow, for my joy     
    
Oh, now carry me to Bethlehem 
To see the Lord appear to men; 
Just as poor as was the stable then, 
The Prince of Glory when He came