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 street shineth the everlasting light

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



For Christ is born of merry and gathered all above

While mortal sleepy angels keep their watch of wondering love



(All morning stars together proclaim the holy birth)

And praises sing to God the king and peace to men on earth