O Little Town of Bethlehem

1. 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.

2. For Christ is born of Ma- ry, and ga- thered all a- bove, While mor- tals sleep, the an- gels keep their watch of won- d'ring love. O morn- ing stars to- ge- ther, pro- claim the ho- ly birth, And prais- es sing to God the King, and peace to men on earth!

3. How si- lent- ly, how si- lent- ly, the won- drous Gift is giv'n; So God im- parts to hu- man hearts the bless- ings 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.

4. Where child- ren pure and hap- py pray to the bless- �d Child, Where mi- ser- y cries out to Thee, Son of the mo- ther mild; Where char- it- y stands watch- ing and faith holds wide the door, The dark night wakes, the glo- ry breaks, and Christ- mas comes once more.

5. 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!