(Phillips Brooks)



O little town of Bethlehem

How still we see thee lie!

Above thy deep and reamless 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 was 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



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 in us

Our lord , precious Lord, Emmanuel!

Precious Lord