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
wandering love.

Oh morning stars together
Proclaim the holy birth
And praises sing
to God our King
And each to man on earth.