O little town of Bethle hem,
How still we see thee lie,
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
shineth the everlasting light,
The hopes and fears of all the years
For Christ is born of Mary
O morning stars, together
And praises sing to God the King,
An d peace to men on earth.
How silently, how silently
the wondrous gift is giv 'n,
So God imparts to human hearts
the blessings of His then.
Though he may hear his coming,
but in this world of sin,
Where weak souls will receive him still,
the dear Christ enters in.
O Holy Child of Bethlehem,
Cast out our sin and enter in,
We hear the Christmas angels,
the great glad tidings tell,
O come to us, abide with us,