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 Mar le y and gath ered all a bove,

while mor tals sleep, the an gels keep their watch of won d’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 all on night.

For earth!