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 Mary
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...