O little town of Bethlehem
How still we see Thee lie
Above Thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by

Silent Night
Holy Night
All is calm
All is bright
Round yon virgin
Mother and Child
Holy infant so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace

Away in a manger, no crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head
The stars in the sky look down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay

Radiant beams from Thy Holy Face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Jesus, Lord, at Thy Birth!

Hark the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King"

Joyful, Joyful, Lord, we adore Thee
God of glory, Lord of Love
Joyful all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
Melt the clouds of sin and sadness

Joy to the world! The Lord is come
Let earth receive her King
Let every heart
Prepare Him room
And heaven and nature sing (we sing)
And heaven and nature sing
Glory to the newborn king

The hopes and fears of all the years are met in Thee tonight