- 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
wond�ring 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 giv�n;
So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of His
Heav�n.
No ear may hear His coming, but in this world of
sin,
Where meek souls will receive Him still, the dear
Christ enters in.
- Where children pure and happy pray to the
blessed Child,
Where misery cries out to Thee, Son of the mother
mild;
Where charity stands watching and faith holds wide
the door,
The dark night wakes, the glory breaks, and
Christmas comes once more.
- 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 Emmanuel!
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