In the little village of Bethlehem,
There lay a child one day.
And the sky was bright with a holy light,
O’er the place where Jesus lay.
Hallelujah, o how the angels sang,
Hallelujah, how it rang,
And the sky was bright, with God’s holy light,
‘Twas the birthday of a king.
‘Twas a humble birthplace, but o how much
God gave to us that day.
From the manger bed, what a path has led,
What a perfect, holy way.
Hallelujah, o how the angels sang,
Hallelujah, how it rang,
And the sky was bright, with God’s holy light,
‘Twas the birthday of a king.
O Holy Night, the stars are brightly shining,
It is the night, of the dear Savior’s birth.
Long lay the world in sin an err abiding,
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, o night divine.
Hallelujah, how the angels sang,
Hallelujah, how it rang,
And the sky was bright, with God’s holy light,
‘Twas the birthday of a king,
‘Twas the birthday, OF A KING!
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