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Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem |
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Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem |
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How still we see thee lie; |
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Above thy deep and dreamless sleep |
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The silent stars go by; |
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Yet in thy dark streets shineth |
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The everlasting light. |
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The hopes and fears of all the years |
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Are met in thee tonight. |
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For Christ is born of Mary, |
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And gathered all above, |
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While mortals sleep the angels keep |
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Their watch of wondering love. |
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O morning stars, together |
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Proclaim the holy birth ! |
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And praises sing to God the King, |
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And peace to men on earth ! |
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How silently, how silently |
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The wondrous gift is given ! |
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So God imparts to human hearts |
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The blessings of His heaven. |
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No ear may hear His coming; |
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But in this world of sin, |
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Where meek souls will receive Him still, |
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The dear Christ enters in. |
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O holy Child of Bethlehem, |
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Descend to us, we pray; |
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Cast out our sin and enter in, |
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Be born in us today. |
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We hear the Christmas angels |
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The great glad tidings tell, |
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O come to us, abide with us, |
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Out Lord Emmanuel ! |
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O come to us, abide with us, |
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Out Lord Emmanuel ! |
