O little town of Bethlehem

1
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!

2
For Christ is born of Mary;
And gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth,
And praised sing to God the King
And peace to men on earth!

3
How silently, how silently,
The wondrous gift is given!
so God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His heaven.
No ear may hear His coming;
But in this world of sin.
Where meek souls will receive Him, still
The dear Christ enters in.

4
O holy Child of Bethlehem,
Descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin and enter in-
Be born in us today!
We hear the holy angels
The great glad tidings tell,-
Oh,  come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord Emmanuel!