1. O little town of Bethlehem, How still we

Above thy deep and dream - less sleep The si - lent

2 Heaven's arches rang when the angels 4 Thou camest, O Lord, with the living sang,

Proclaiming thy royal degree;

word,

That should set thy people free;

But in lowly birth didst thou come to earth, But with mocking scorn, and with crown of And in great humility.

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!

There is room in my heart for thee.

thorn,

They bore thee to Calvary.

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
Thy cross is my only plea.

3 The foxes found rest, and the birds 5 When heaven's arches ring, and her their nest

In the shade of the forest tree;

choirs shall sing
At thy coming to victory,

But thy couch was the sod, O thou Son of Let thy voice call me home, saying, "Yet God,

In the deserts of Galilee.

O come to my heart, Lord Jesus!
There is room in my heart for thee.

123 SILENT NIGHT P. M.

there is room,

There is room at my side for thee." And my heart shall rejoice, Lord Jesus, When thou comest and callest for me. EMILY E. S. ELLIOTT

FRANZ GRUBER

1. Silent night! Ho ly night! All is calm,

Round yon vir - gin mother and Child! Holy Infant, so tender and mild,

the nightly plain, The glit-tering hosts be stud the sky,

125 PORTUGUESE HYMN

IIS.

Composer Unknown

1. O come, all ye faith -ful, tri- um-phant- ly sing! Come,see in the

man- ger the

angels' dread King! To Beth-le - hem has - ten, with joy-ful ac- cord;

O has-ten! O

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has- ten! to worship the Lord. O has-ten! O has- ten! to wor-ship the Lord. A- MEN.

2 True Son of the Father, he comes from the skies;

The womb of the Virgin he doth not despise;
To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord;
O hasten! O hasten! to worship the Lord.

3 O hark to the angels, all singing in heaven,
"To God in the highest, all glory be given!"
To Bethlehem hasten, with joyful accord,
O hasten! O hasten! to worship the Lord.

4 To thee, then, O Jesus, this day of thy birth,
Be glory and honor through heaven and earth;
True Godhead Incarnate, Omnipotent Word!
O hasten! O hasten! to worship the Lord.

From the Latin. Tr. by EDWARD CASWALL

That lit thy lonely path-way, trod In wondrous love, O Son of God! A-MEN.