What holy cities are to nomadic tribes - a symbol of race and a bond of union - great books are to the wandering souls of men: they are the Meccas of the mind.

G.E. Woodberry

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O Come, All Ye Faithful
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Alan Jackson
 
O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem.
Come and behold Him, born the King of angels
 
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
 
Sing, choirs of angels, sing with exultation;
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above!
Glory to God, glory in the highest;
 
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
 
Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning;
Jesus, to Thee be all glory given;
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing.
 
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord...