1. Holy night! peace-ful night! Thro' the dark-ness beams a
where they sweet vig ils keep O'er the Babe who, in
Rests in heaven - ly peace, Rests in heav en - ly
2 Silent night! holiest night!
Darkness flies, and all is light!
Shepherds hear the angels sing,
"Hallelujah! hail the King!
Jesus the Saviour is here!"
3 Holiest night! peaceful night!
Child of Heaven, O how bright
Thou didst smile when thou wast born;
Blessed was that happy morn,
Full of heavenly joy.
4 Silent night! holiest night!
Guiding Star, O, lend thy light!
See the Eastern wise men bring
Gifts and homage to our King!
Jesus the Saviour is here!
5 Silent night! holiest night!
Wondrous Star, O, lend thy light!
With the angels let us sing
Hallelujah to our King!
Jesus our Saviour is here!
1. While shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seat-ed on the
1. Hark! the herald an- gels sing Glo-ry to the new-born King; Peace on earth,and
mild, God and sinners re-con-ciled. Joy-ful, all ye na-tions, rise,
Join the tri-umph of the skies; With th' an-gel-ic host pro-claim, Christ is born in
Beth-le-hem. Hark! the her-ald an-gels sing Glory to the new-born King! A - MEN.
2 Gracious bond of earth and sky,
Born that man no more may die,
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Hail, the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail, the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.
Hark! the herald angels sing
Glory to the new-born King!
2 Still through the cloven skies they come,
With peaceful wings unfurled;
And still their heavenly music floats
O'er all the weary world:
Above its sad and lowly plains
They bend on hovering wing,
And ever o'er its Babel sounds
The blessèd angels sing.
3 But with the woes of sin and strife
The world has suffered long;
Beneath the angel-strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong;
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love-song which they bring:
O, hush the noise, ye men of strife,
And hear the angels sing!
4 And ye, beneath life's crushing load,
Whose forms are bending low,
Who toil along the climbing way
With painful steps and slow, -
Look now; for glad and golden hours
Come swiftly on the wing:
O, rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!
5 For lo! the days are hastening on,
By prophet bards foretold,
When with the ever-circling years
Comes round the age of gold;
When Peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing.
Rev. Edmund Hamilton Sears, D.D.
And heav'n and na- ture sing,
I Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ; [plains
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and
Repeat the sounding joy.
3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow
As far as sin is found.
He rules the world with truth and grace,
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.
And mothers lull their babes to sleep,
While fathers catch the strain,
They all with blending voices cry,
"On earth let good-will reign.'
Then listen to the gracious song,
That strives with war's harsh cry,
And join your voices to the choir
That lifts it to the sky.
For with their blending voices sweet,
Men's hearts as one shall thrill,
And human hands shall join in joy,
To work the Lord's good-will.
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