O Holy Night
Adolphe Adam (1803-1856)
O holy night! the stars are brightly shining,
it is the night of the dear saviors birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
till he appeared and the soul felt its worth.
A trill of hope the weary world rejoices,
for yonder breakes a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knee, oh, hear the angel voices,
O night divine, O night when Christ was born!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!
Led by the light, of faith serenly beaming,
with glowing hearts by his cradle we stand.
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming
here came the wise men from Orient land.
The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger,
in all our trials born to be our friend.
He knows our need, our weakness is no stranger.
Behold your King, before him lowly bend!
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