O little town of Beth-le-hem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dream-less sleep
The si-lent stars go by,
Yet in thy dark streets shin-eth
The ev-er-last-ing Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee to-night.

For Christ is born of Ma-ry,
And gath-ered all a-bove,
While mor-tals sleep, the an-gels keep
Their watch of won-d'ring love.
O morn-ing stars to-geth-er
Pro-claim the ho-ly birth,
And prais-es sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth!

O ho-ly Child of Beth-le-hem!
De-scend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin and en-ter in,
Be born in us to-day.
We hear the Christ-mas an-gels
The great glad tid-ings tell;
O come to us, a-bide with us,
Our Lord Im-man-u-el!