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 tonight
Away in a manger,
No crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head
The stars in the bright sky
Looked down where He lay
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Look down from the sky
And stay by my side,
'Til morning is nigh
Bless all the dear children
In Thy tender care
And take us to heaven
To live with Thee there