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 tonight.

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

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
recieve Him still,
The dear Christ
enters in.

O holy Child of Bethlehem,
Descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin and enter
in-- Be born in us today.
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell--
Oh, come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord Immanuel!