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On roads to Bethlehem they filed
To see this precious thing
And bring the child
The infant mild
High gifts fit for a king
Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh they brought
To celebrate his birth
He they sought
Was he who wrought
The peace that gives us worth
Completely man, yet wholly God
Most humble yet most high
When Lazarus died
Like man he cried
And yet brought him back to life
He took our sin, and took the blame
So we would not be damned
He sought no fame
He lived his name
The Holy, Holy Lamb
For us He lived, for us He died
Hanging upon the cross
And though we cry
We realize
We've gained more than we lost
To see this precious thing
And bring the child
The infant mild
High gifts fit for a king
Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh they brought
To celebrate his birth
He they sought
Was he who wrought
The peace that gives us worth
Completely man, yet wholly God
Most humble yet most high
When Lazarus died
Like man he cried
And yet brought him back to life
He took our sin, and took the blame
So we would not be damned
He sought no fame
He lived his name
The Holy, Holy Lamb
For us He lived, for us He died
Hanging upon the cross
And though we cry
We realize
We've gained more than we lost