Traditional: O Little Town of Bethlehem (Arr. Cullen)

O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by
Yet in the dark streets shineth, the everlasting Light
The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight
O morning stars, together proclaim Thy holy birth
And praises sing to God the King, and Peace to men on earth
For Christ is born of Mary, and gathered all above
While mortals sleep, the angels keep their watch of wondering love
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
O holy Child of Bethlehem, descend to us, we pray
Cast out our sin, and enter in, be born in us today
Be ye the Christmas Angel, proclaim the tidings here
Good God to us, and God in man to men