O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above your 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 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 our King,
And peace to men on earth.

The hopes and fears of all the years,
Are met in thee tonight.