Oh Little Town Of Bethlehem

O little to the grandfather of St. Louis in life, Up off my deep and dreamless sleep, The silent stars so bright, Yet in thy dark streets, Blindest,

Never lasting life, The hopes and fears of all is a message in the sea tonight. O Christ, is one of Mary, and gathered all above, While mortal sleep, the angels keep their watch of wandering love.

Oh morning stars together, proclaim the Holy Birth. And praise us, King, O God, O King, And peace, O Lamb, O Lord. O Holy Child of Bethlehem, Listen to us, we pray,

cause our vibrancy, come and join, be born in us today. We hear the Christmas angels, The great glottiteings tear O come to us, our blind weebos Our love and our new air As with that, that's made of old, In the dying star behold, As with joy they hail its light,

Leading onward, leading right Some more precious life We have a more than we will be