Softly the Night Is Sleeping

Softly the night is sleep­ing

On Beth­le­hem’s peace­ful hill;

Silent the shep­herds watch­ing

The gen­tle flocks are still.

But hark! the won­drous mu­sic

Falls from the op­en­ing sky;

Valley and cliff re­ec­ho

Glory to God on high!

Glory to God! Glo­ry to God!

Glory to God! it rings again

Peace on the earth! good will to men!

Day in the east is break­ing;

Day o’er the crim­soned earth;

Now the glad world is wak­ing

Glad in the Sav­ior’s birth!

See where the clear star blend­eth

Over the man­ger blest;

See where the in­fant Je­sus

Smiles up­on Ma­ry’s breast!

Come with the glad­some shep­herds

Quick hast­en­ing from the fold;

Come with the wise men

pour­ing

Incense and myrrh and gold.

Come to Him

poor and low­ly

Around the cra­dle throng;

Come with your hearts of sun­shine

And sing the an­gels’ song.

Weave ye the wreaths un­fad­ing

The fir tree and the pine;

Green from the snows of win­ter

To deck the ho­ly shrine;

Bring ye the hap­py child­ren!

For this is Christ­mas morn;

Jesus

the sin­less In­fant

Jesus

the Lord

is born.