Bp PHILLIPS BROOKS O little town of Bethlehem ST. LOUIS LEWIS H. REDNEK 1. O little town of Bethlehem, How still a - bove, ry, And gathered all ly, how silently, The won- drous gift is giv'n! ly Child of Bethlehem! Descend to us, we pray; Above thy deep and dream-less sleep The si lent stars go While mortals sleep, the an gels keep Their watch of by; won-d'ring love. The hopes and fears of the years all Are met in thee to-night. O come to us, a bide with us, Our Lord Em-man - u el. A-men. ry's arms re tle all pos- ing, Christ by highest Heav'n a-dored: hearts and ten-der, Come, ye spir its keen and bold; pow'r pos- sess-ing, Smiles as through the a ges past; 4 And our eyes at last shall see Him, 5 Not in that poor lowly stable, West-ward lead - ing, still pro- ceeding, Guide us to Thy perfect light. 4 Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume Breathes a life of gathering gloom;Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying Sealed in the stone-cold tomb. 5 Glorious now behold Him arise King, and God, and Sacrifice, Alleluia, Alleluia! Heaven and earth replies. |