It is the night of the dear Saviour’s birth;
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
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,
oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!