Oh, little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie   Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by   Yet in they 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   Oh, morning stars together, proclaim the holy birth   And praises sing to God the King, and peace to men on earth