O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie!

Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars so 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 mortals sleep and angels keep their watch of wond’ring love.

O morning stars, to-gether proclaim the holy birth

And praises sing to God, the King, and peace to men on earth.