O little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by
Yet in the dark street 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
No ear may hear his coming, but in this world of sin,
where meek souls will receive Him, still the dear Christ enters in

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 Christmas angels the great glad tidings tell
O come to us, abide with us, our Lord Immanuel.

Words: Phillips Brooks (1868) Music: Rebecca Cushen.
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