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

brief violin interlude

for christ is born of mary

and gathered all above

while mortals sleep the angels keep

their watch of wondering love

oh morning stars together

proclaim thy holy birth