It came upon the midnight clear That glorious song of old From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold
Away in a manger no crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head The stars in the sky looked down where He lay The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay
What Child is this who laid to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping Whom angels greet with anthems sweet While shepherds watch are keeping
O little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by Yet in the dark street shineth The everlasting light The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee tonight
