In the east there did rise 
A light that burned right in the skies, 
Calling shepherds, calling kings, 
To come see what one child might bring.

Hold your candle in the night
Turn the winter’s world toward light.
In these dark and troubled times,
Brother, hold your light to mine.

In the temple there survived 
A faith that kept the hope alive
Though the oil was almost gone
For eight long days that flame burned on

Hold your candle in the night
Turn the winter’s world toward light.
In these dark and troubled times,
Sister, hold your light to mine.

Many people, many faiths,
Many colors to one race.
By your own light you may see,
The likeness that you have in me.

Hold your candle in the night
Turn the winter’s world toward light.
In our dark and troubled times,
Won’t you join your light to mine.
Won’t you join your light with mine.

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