O ho­ly night, the stars are bright­ly shin­ing;
It is the night of the dear Sav­ior’s birth!
Long lay the world in sin and er­ror pin­ing,
Till He ap­peared and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope, the wea­ry soul re­joic­es,
For yon­der breaks a new and glo­ri­ous morn.
Fall on your knees, O hear the an­gel voices!
O night di­vine, O night when Christ was born!
O night, O ho­ly night, O night di­vine!

Led by the light of a faith se­rene­ly beam­ing,
With glow­ing hearts by His cra­dle we stand.
So led by light of a star so sweet­ly gleam­ing,
Here came the wise men from Ori­ent land.
The King of kings lay thus in low­ly man­ger,
In all our tri­als born to be our friend!
He knows our need—to our weak­ness is no stran­ger.
Behold your king; be­fore Him low­ly bend!
Behold your king; be­fore Him low­ly bend!

Truly He taught us to love one an­oth­er;
His law is love and His Gos­pel is peace.
Chains shall He break, for the slave is our bro­ther
And in His name all op­pres­sion shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grate­ful cho­rus raise we,
Let all with­in us praise His ho­ly name!
Christ is the Lord! O praise His name for­ev­er!
His pow’r and glo­ry ev­er­more pro­claim!
His pow’r and glo­ry ev­er­more pro­claim!