Silent night, holy night.
All is calm, all is bright.
Infant so tender and mild,
Shepherds quake at the sight
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Raging beams from heaven afar
with great ornaments and great,
But how many silent nights do
The other 363 days of the year.
How many times do those of us
Our hypocrites write in his name,
professing his name, fornicating with children,
fornicating with young girls,
We put on our best faces on
one silent night of the year.
But our silent nights in professing
Christ's name every day of the year,
in the shame of mentioning the name of
Christ in public because our
our business friends may deny us.
It's not chick to mention the name of
Lord, but we're really silent to
We have silent nights every
Lord, be merciful to me, a sinner.
Silent night, holy night,
With the dawn of redeeming grace.
I ain't going to get no applause
Christ for his blessings, y 'all.