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.



How silently, how silently

The wondrous gift is given!

So God imparts to human hearts

The blessings of His heaven.

We hear the Chrismas angels

The great glad tidings tell;

O come to us, abide with us,

Our Lord Emanuael.



No ear may hear His calling,

But, in this world of sin,

Where meak souls will receive Him still

The dear Christ enters in.