3: Little Town of Bethlehem — Metanoia UK (@MetanoiaUK)

Little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.

For Christ is born of Mary;
And, gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God, the King,
And peace to men on earth.

Oh if I could only see,
You on that holy day.
Take me to the place I love,
Take me all the way.
Yeah, yeah, yeah ee yeah.

How silently, how silently
The wondrous gift is given!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of his Heaven.
No ear may hear his coming;
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive him, still
The dear Christ enters in.

O holy Child of Bethlehem,
Descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin, and enter in,
Be born in us today.
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord Immanuel.

Oh if I could only see,
You on that holy day.
Take me to the place I love,
Take me all the way.
Yeah, yeah, yeah ee yeah.
Oh no no no, yeah ee yeah.
Love me I said yeah ee yeah.

One time.

Text by Phillips Brooks (1835–1893), adapted and performed by Metanoia UK (@MetanoiaUK)
Artwork: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:1698_de_Bruijin_View_of_Bethlehem,_Palestine_(Israel,_Holy_Land)_-_Geographicus_-_Bethlehem-bruijn-1698.jpg

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