O, little town of Bethlehem





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!


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