Little town of Bethlehem, we see you lie so still. The silent stars go by above your deep and dreamless sleep, yet the everlasting light shines in your dark streets. Tonight the hopes and fears of all the years meet in you.
For Christ is born of Mary, and the angels, all gathered together up above, keep their watch of wondering love while mortals sleep. Morning stars, proclaim the holy birth together. Sing praises to God the king, and sing peace to people on earth.
The wondrous gift is given so silently. That’s how God imparts the blessings of his heaven to human hearts. It might be that nobody will hear his coming, but in this world of sin the dear Christ still comes in where meek souls will receive him.
[Original Text: Phillips Brooks]