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O LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM 

(Phillips Brooks, 1868) 



1. O little town of Bethlehem, 

how still we see thee 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. 



2. For Christ is born of Mary; 

and, gathered all above, 

while mortals sleep, the angels keep

their watch of wond'ring love. 

O morning stars, together

proclaim the holy birth,

and praises sing to God the King,

and peace to men on earth. 



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,

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!

SILENT NIGHT, HOLY NIGHT

(Joseph Mohr, 1818) 



1 Silent night, holy night, 

All is calm, all is bright 

Round yon virgin mother and child! 

Holy Infant so tender and mild, 

Sleep in heavenly peace (2x) 



2 Silent night, holy night, 

Darkness flies, all is light; 

Shepherds hear the angels sing, 

"Alleluia! hail the King! 

Christ the Savior is born (2x) 



3 Silent night, holy night, 

Son of God, love's pure light 

Radiant beams from Thy holy face, 

With the dawn of redeeming grace,

Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth (2x)



4 Silent night, holy night, 

Wondrous star, lend the light; 

With the angels let us sing

Alleluia to our King;

Christ the Savior is born (2x) 


O COME ALL YE FAITHFUL 

(John Francis Wade, Frederick Oakeley, 1841) 



1 O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant, 

O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem!

Come, and behold Him, born the King of angels! 



(Refrain)

O come, let us adore Him (3x) 

Christ, the Lord!



2 God of God, Light of Light eternal. 

Lo, He abhors not the virgin's womb; 

Very God, be-gotten not created; 



3 Sing, choirs of angels; sing in exultation;

sing, all ye citizens of heav'n above! 

Glory to God, all glory in the highest! 



4. See how the shepherds,

summoned to His cradle. 

Leaving their flocks draw nigh to gaze. 

We too will thither bend our joyful footsteps 



5 Lo! Star-led chieftains, 

Magi Christ adoring. 

Offer Him incense,

gold, and myrrh.

We to the Christ Child, 

bring our hearts oblations 



6 Child, for us sinners, poor and in the manger. 

We would embrace Thee with love and awe. 

Who would not love Thee, loving us so dearly? 



7 Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning; 

Jesus, to Thee be all glory giv'n!

HARK! THE HERALD ANGELS SING

(Charles Wesley, 1739; Modified: George Whitefield, 1753) 



1 Hark! the herald angels sing, 

Glory to the newborn King: 

peace on earth, and mercy mild,

God and sinners reconciled!"

Joyful, all ye nations, rise,

join the triumph of the skies; 

with th'angelic hosts proclaim, 

"Christ is born in Bethlehem!"



Refrain:

2 Hark! the herald angels sing, 

"Glory to the newborn King" 



3 Christ, by highest heaven adored, 

Christ, the everlasting Lord, 

late in time behold him come, 

offspring of the Virgin's womb: 

veiled in flesh the Godhead see; 

hail th'incarnate Deity,

pleased with us in flesh to dwell,

Jesus, our Immanuel. 



4 Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace! 

Hail the Sun of Righteousness! 

Light and life to all he brings,

risen with healing in his wings. 

Mild he lays his glory by, 

born that we no more may die, 

born to raise us from the earth,

born to give us second birth.

ANGELS WE HAVE HEARD ON HIGH


1 Angels we have heard on high,

Sweetly singing o'er the plains, 

And the mountains in reply, 

Echoing their joyous strains. 



Refrain:

2 Gloria in excelsis Deo (2x)


3 Shepherds, why this jubilee?

Why your joyous strains prolong? 

What the gladsome tidings be,

Which inspire your heavn'ly song?



4 Come to Bethlehem and see, 

Him whose birth the angels sing. 

Come, adore on bended knee,

Christ the Lord, the newborn King.



5 See him in a manger laid, 

Whom the choirs of angels praise. 

Mary, Joseph, lend your aid,

While our hearts in love we raise. 


AWAY IN A MANGER 

(John T. McFarland, 1892) 



1 Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,

the little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head;

the stars in the heavens looked down where He lay,

the little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay. 



2 The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes,

but little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes.

I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky

and stay by my side until morning is nigh. 



3 Be near me, Lord Jesus; I ask Thee to stay

close by me forever, and love me, I pray. 

Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,

and fit us for heaven, to live with Thee there.