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.



The angels' voices singing

Proclaim the early morning!

And children pure and happy

A-wait the break of dawn

While charity stands watching

And faithfuls wipe the door

The dark night wakes the glory bricks

And christmas comes once more