O, lit-tle town of
Beth-le-hem, How still we - see thee lie!
A-bove thy deep and dream-less sleep The
si-lent - stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shin-eth The
ev-er-last-ing Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years Are met
in thee to-night. For
Christ is born of Ma--ry, And ga-thered - all a-bove,
While mor-tals sleep, the an-gels keep Their
watch of - wond'-ring love.
O morn-ing stars, to-geth-er Pro-claim the
ho-ly birth,
And prais-es sing to God the King, And peace
to men on earth!
How si-lent-ly, how si-lent-ly, The
wond-rous - gift is giv'n!
So God im-parts to hu-man hearts The
bles-sings - of His heav'n.
No ear may hear His com-ing, But in this
world of sin,
Where meek souls will re-ceive Him still, The
dear Christ en-ters in.
O Ho-ly Child of Beth-le-hem, Des-cend to
- us, we pray;
Cast out our sin and en-ter in; Be born in -
us to-day!
We hear the Christ-mas an-gels The great glad
tid-ings tell;
O come to us, a-bide with us, Our Lord
Em-man-u-el! |