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  • 作词 : Wesley/Felix Mendelssohn/Paul O'Neill
    作曲 : Wesley/Felix Mendelssohn/Paul O'Neill
    In the middle of a forest
    There's a clearing by a stream
    Where a mother holds her newborn
    And the child begins to dream
    And He dreams of hopes unspoken
    When the tears of man will cease
    And His mother holds
    Him closer
    For He is the
    Prince of
    PeaceLet the bells ring out these tidings
    Let it echo across the land
    That a King is born in
    BethlehemAnd
    His Kingdom is at hand
    Let the world rejoice together
    As it looks upon the stars
    Knowing every man's our brother
    And that every child is ours
    Hark, the herald angels sing
    Glory to the newborn
    KingPeace on earth and mercy mild
    God and sinners reconciled
    Joyful all ye nations rise
    Join the triumph of the skies
    With the heavenly host proclaim
    Christ is born in
    BethlehemHark, the herald angels sing
    Glory to the newborn
    KingIn the middle of a forest
    There's a clearing by a stream
    Where a mother holds her newborn
    And the child begins to dream
  • 作词 : Wesley/Felix Mendelssohn/Paul O'Neill
    作曲 : Wesley/Felix Mendelssohn/Paul O'Neill
    In the middle of a forest
    There's a clearing by a stream
    Where a mother holds her newborn
    And the child begins to dream
    And He dreams of hopes unspoken
    When the tears of man will cease
    And His mother holds
    Him closer
    For He is the
    Prince of
    PeaceLet the bells ring out these tidings
    Let it echo across the land
    That a King is born in
    BethlehemAnd
    His Kingdom is at hand
    Let the world rejoice together
    As it looks upon the stars
    Knowing every man's our brother
    And that every child is ours
    Hark, the herald angels sing
    Glory to the newborn
    KingPeace on earth and mercy mild
    God and sinners reconciled
    Joyful all ye nations rise
    Join the triumph of the skies
    With the heavenly host proclaim
    Christ is born in
    BethlehemHark, the herald angels sing
    Glory to the newborn
    KingIn the middle of a forest
    There's a clearing by a stream
    Where a mother holds her newborn
    And the child begins to dream