O HOLY NIGHT
Writers John Sullivan Dwight, Adolphe Adam
O holy night, the stars are brightly shining, It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices, O night, divine, O night when Christ was born, O night, divine, O night when Christ was born. Led by the light of faith serenly beaming, With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand; So led by light of the stars sweetly gleaming, Here came the Wisemen from Orient land. The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger, In all our trials born to be our friend. He knows our needs, to our weakness is no stranger; Behold, your King! Before Him lowly bent, Behold, your King! Before Him lowly bent. Truly He taught us to love one another, His law is love and His Gospel is peace. Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother, And in His name all oppression shall cease. Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we, Let all within us praise His holy name, Christ is the Lord, O praise His name forever, His power and glory, evermore proclaim, His power and glory, evermore proclaim.
Writers John Sullivan Dwight, Adolphe Adam
O holy night, the stars are brightly shining, It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices, O night, divine, O night when Christ was born, O night, divine, O night when Christ was born. Led by the light of faith serenly beaming, With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand; So led by light of the stars sweetly gleaming, Here came the Wisemen from Orient land. The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger, In all our trials born to be our friend. He knows our needs, to our weakness is no stranger; Behold, your King! Before Him lowly bent, Behold, your King! Before Him lowly bent. Truly He taught us to love one another, His law is love and His Gospel is peace. Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother, And in His name all oppression shall cease. Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we, Let all within us praise His holy name, Christ is the Lord, O praise His name forever, His power and glory, evermore proclaim, His power and glory, evermore proclaim.