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Verse 1
How
Am
low
was
our
Redeemer
C
brought
The
G
King
who
held
the
D
stars
Lay
Am
helpless
in
a
maiden’s
C
arms
And
G
pressed
against
her
D
heart
While
C
sheep
and
cattle
raised
their
F
voice
The
Am
babe
could
speak
no
Dm
words
The
Am
ever
G
flowing
Em
Spring
of
D
Joy
Had
F
come
to
share
our
G
thirst