| I thought that I heard crying
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| Coming through my door
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| Was it Rachel weeping for her sons
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| Who were no more?
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| Could it have been the babies
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| Crying for themselves
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| Never understanding that they died
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| For someone else?
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| The voices heard of weeping and of wailing
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| History speaks of it on every page
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| Of innocent and helpless little babies
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| Offerings to the spirit of the age
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| No way of understanding
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| This sad and painful sign
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| Whenever Satan rears his head
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| There comes a tragic time
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| If he could crush the cradle
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| Then that would stop the cross
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| He knew that once the Light was born
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| His every hope was lost
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| The voices heard of weeping and of wailing
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| History speaks of it on every page
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| Of innocent and helpless little babies
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| Offerings to the spirit of the age
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| Now, every age has heard it
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| This voice that speaks from Hell
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| «Sacrifice your children
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| And for you it will be well»
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| The subtle serpent’s lying
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| His dark and ruthless rage
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| Behold, it is revealed to be
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| The spirit of the age
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| The voices heard of weeping and of wailing
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| History speaks of it on every page
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| Of innocent and helpless little babies
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| Offerings to the spirit of the age
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| Soon all the ones who seemed
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| To die for nothing
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| Will stand beside the Ancient of Days
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| With joy we’ll see that Infant
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| From the manger
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| Come and crush the spirit of the age
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| We’ll see Him crush the spirit of the age |