When the song of the angel is stilled
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and praises are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flock
Then the real work of the Christmas begins;
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among brothers,
To make music in the heart
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