| O little town of Bethlehem | 
| How still we see the lie | 
| Above thy deep and dreamless sleep | 
| The silent stars go by Yet in thy dark streets 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, the angels keep | 
| Their watch of wondering love | 
| O morning stars, together | 
| Proclaim the holy birth | 
| And praises sing to God the King | 
| And peace to men on earth | 
| How silently, how silently | 
| The wondrous gift is given | 
| So God imparts to human hearts | 
| The blessings of his heaven | 
| No ear may hear his coming | 
| But in this world of sin | 
| Where meek souls will receive him, still | 
| The dear Christ enters in Where children pure and happy | 
| Pray to the blessed Child | 
| Where misery cries out to thee | 
| Son of the mother mild | 
| Where charity stands watching | 
| And faith holds wide the door | 
| The dark night wakes, the glory breaks | 
| And Christmas comes once more | 
| O holy Child of Bethlehem | 
| Descend to us, we pray | 
| Cast out our sin and enter in Be born in us today | 
| We hear the Christmas angels | 
| The great glad tidings tell | 
| O come to us, abide with us Our Lord Emmanuel! |