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.

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.

Let praises ring: from God they bring� goodwill to all on earth.

How silently, how silently� the wonder is made known,

When God imparts to human hearts� the gift that is our own.

No ear may hear that coming, � but in this worldly din,

When souls are truly humble,� then the dear babe rests within.