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 

 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 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 
 [bad word] to us, abide with us 
 Our Lord Emmanuel 

 [bad word] to us, abide with us 
 Our Lord Emmanuel 

Phillips Brooks, Lewis H. Redner 1865
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