O Little Town of Bethlehem |
Phillips Brooks, 1868
O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in the dark streets shineth The everlasting Light; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee to-night.
2. For Christ is born of Mary, | 3. How silently, how silently The wondrous gift is giv'n! So God imparts to human hearts The blessings of His heav'n. No ear may hear His coming, But in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive Him, still, The dear Christ enters in.
4. O holy Child of Bethlehem! |