O Little Town of Bethlehem

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 to-night. For Christ is born of Mary, And, gathered all above, While mortals sleep, the angels keep Their watch of wondering love. Omorning stars together Proclaim the holy birth! And praises sing to God the King, : And peace to men on earth. How silently, how silently, The wondrous gift is given! So God imparts to human hearts The blessings of His heaven. No ear may hear his coming, But in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive Him still, The dear Christ enters in. PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER Oholy child of Bethlehem! Descend to us we pray; Cast out our sin, and enter in, Be born in us to-day. We hear the Christmas angels The great glad tidings tell ; Oh, come to us, abide with us, Our Lord Immanuel!