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 thy holy birth,
And praises sing
to God the King,
and peace to men on earth.
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.