O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy dark 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…
For Christ is born of Mary;
And, gatherer all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace on earth to men.