Bow down, bow down,
Your Savior now has come.
Look up, look up,
The angels’ song is sung.
So low, so low,
In circumstances born.
A child, a child,
A small and humble one.
He comes, He comes
To take away your sin.
Within, within,
Look in your heart for Him.
Rejoice, rejoice;
He takes away your sin.
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