| O holy night, the stars are brightly shining. |
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It is the night of our dear saviour’s birth; |
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long lay the world in sin and error pining, |
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till he appeared and the soul felt his worth. |
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A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, |
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for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. |
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Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angels’ voices! |
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O night divine, o night, when christ was born! |
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O night, o holy night, o night divine! |
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Led by the light of faith serenely beaming, |
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with glowing hearts by his cradle we stand; |
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so led by light of a star sweetly gleaming, |
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here came the wise men from orient land. |
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The king of kings lay thus in lowly manger, |
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in all our trials born to be our friend; |
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he knows our need, our weakness is no stranger. |
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Behold your king! Before him lowly bend! |
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Behold your king! Before him lowly bend! |
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Truly he taught us to love one another, |
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his law is love and his gospel is peace; |
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chains shall he break, for the slave is our brother, |
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and in his name all oppression shall cease. |
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Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we, |
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let all within us praise his holy name; |
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christ is the lord, oh praise his name forever! |
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His pow’r and glory evermore proclaim! |
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His pow’r and glory evermore proclaim! |
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