Softly the night is sleep­ing
On Beth­le­hem’s peace­ful hill;
Silent the shep­herds watch­ing,
The gen­tle flocks are still.
But hark! the won­drous mu­sic
Falls from the op’n­ing sky;
Valley and cliff re­echo,
Glory to God on high!

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Glory to God! Glo­ry to God!
Glory to God! it rings again,
Peace on the earth! good will to men!

Day in the east is break­ing;
Day o’er the crim­soned earth;
Now the glad world is wak­ing,
Glad in the Sav­ior’s birth!
See where the clear star blend­eth
Over the man­ger blest;
See where the in­fant Je­sus
Smiles up­on Mary’s breast!

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Come with the glad­some shep­herds,
Quick hast­en­ing from the fold;
Come with the wise men, pour­ing
Incense and myrrh and gold.
Come to Him, poor and low­ly,
Around the cra­dle throng;
Come with your hearts of sun­shine,
And sing the an­gels’ song.

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Weave ye the wreaths un­fad­ing,
The fir tree and the pine;
Green from the snows of win­ter,
To deck the ho­ly shrine;
Bring ye the hap­py child­ren!
For this is Christ­mas morn;
Jesus, the sin­less In­fant,
Jesus, the Lord, is born.

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