Oh,
town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamlessly
The silent stars go by
Yet in thy dark streets shine
Of the everlasting light ś
The hopes and fears
of all the years ś
Are met in thee tonight ś
Away in a manger ś
No crib for a bed ś
The little Lord Jesus ś
Laid down His sweet head
The stars in the sky
look down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep
on the hay
This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard
and angels sing.
Haste, haste to bring Him praise,
the Babe, the Son of Mary.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel,
Born is the King of Is rael
We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse so far
Field and fountain, moor and mountain
Fol lowing yonder star
O come, let us ad ore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Hark the herald angels sing,
glory to the newborn King!
Peace on Earth and mercy mild,
God and sinners re con ciled.
For God so loved the world.
God so loved the world.
Silent night, holy night,
all is calm, all is bright.
Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child,
Holy Infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Sleep in heavenly peace
On this holy night
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night
Of our dear Savior's birth
Long lay the world
In sin and error pining
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth
A thrill of hope
The weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks
A new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees,
O hear the angel voices
O night divine,
O night when Christ was born
O night divine!
O night when Christ
was born!
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