O Little Town Of Bethlehem

Holy Bethlehem, how still we see the light above the deep and dreamless sleep. The silent star, yet in thy dark street shine. The everlasting, the hopes and fears of all, for Christ is born of Mary and gathered all, while mortal sleep, the end and stars is the same to God, the King,

And peace to me, how still we see, Above I deepen the silence, Star of the dark, Squeech our hopes and fears, Of all the years of madness.