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Stephen Curtis Chapman Music Of Christmas The

Angels We Have Heard On High Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains And the mountains in reply Echo back their joyous strains

the laughter of a child Oh, won't you listen for the sound of hope And you will hear the music of Christmas For the music of Christmas is love (Oh, it

O come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem Come and behold Him Born the King of angels O come let us adore Him, O

Our God With Us One of us is cryin? as our hopes and dreams are led away in chains And we're left all alone One of us is dyin? as our love is slowly

All is calm, all is bright ?round yon virgin mother and child Holy infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in heavenly peace Away in

have the merriest Christmas anyway 'Cause Christmas is all in the heart, that's where the feeling starts And like a fire inside, it touches every part 'Cause Christmas