O Little Town of Bethlehem

Vorkommen

• 7G08 - Es weihnachtet schwer

Künstler

• Phillips Brooks

Veröffentlichung

• 1868

Lyrics

• O little town of Bethlehem,
  How still we see thee lie!
  Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
  The silent stars go by;
  Yet in thy dark streets shineth
  The everlasting Light;
  The hopes and fears of all the years
  Are met in thee to-night.
  
  For Christ is born of Mary,
  And gathered all above,
  While mortals sleep, the angels keep
  Their watch of wondering love.
  O morning stars, together
  Proclaim the holy birth!
  And praises sing to God the King,
  And peace to men on earth.
  
  How silently, how silently,
  The wondrous gift is given!
  So God imparts to human hearts
  The blessings of his heaven.
  No ear may hear his coming,
  But in this world of sin,
  Where meek souls will receive him, still
  The dear Christ enters in.
  
  Where children pure and happy
  Pray to the blessed Child,
  Where misery cries out to thee,
  Son of the mother mild;
  Where charity stands watching
  And faith holds wide the door,
  The dark night wakes, the glory breaks,
  And Christmas comes once more.
  
  O holy Child of Bethlehem!
  Descend to us, we pray;
  Cast out our sin and enter in,
  Be born in us to-day.
  We hear the Christmas angels
  The great glad tidings tell;
  O come to us, abide with us,
  Our Lord Emmanuel!