O Little town of Bethlehem

How still we see thee lie

Above thy deep and dreamless sleep

the silent stars go by

Yet in the dark streeet 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 wandering love

O morning stars together

proclaim the holy birth

and praises sing to god our king

and peace to men on earth