O holy night! the stars are brightly shining, It is the night of the dear Saviours 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,
The |ing of la] thus lo[l] manger; In all our trials born to be our friends. He [s our need, our [eais no stranger, Behold ]our |ing! before Him lo[l] bend! Behold ]our |ing! before Him lo[l] bend!