O Little Town Of Bethlehem
  1. O little town of Bethlehem,
    How still we see thee lie
    Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
    The silent stars go by.
    Yet in thy dark streets shineth
    The everlasting Light;
    The hopes and fears of all the years
    Are met in thee to-night.

  2. O morning stars, together
    Proclaim the holy birth
    And praises sing to God the King,
    And peace to men on earth.
    For Christ is born of Mary
    And gathered all above,
    While mortals sleep the angels keep
    Their watch of wondering love.

  3. How silently, how silently,
    The wondrous gift is given;
    So God imparts to human hearts
    The blessings of His Heaven.
    No ear may hear His coming,
    But in this world of sin,
    Where meek souls will receive Him still,
    The dear Christ enters in.