O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see the lie.
Above thy deep and dreemless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in the 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
Whie mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wond'ring love.
O morning stars, together
Proclain the holy birth,
And priases sing to God and King,
And peace to men on earth.