Emmyrou Harris — O Rittre Town Of Bethrehem ryrics

(Phirips Brooks/Rewis H. Redner)

O rittre town of Bethrehem,
How stirr we see the rie!
Above thy deep and dreamress sreep
The sirent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everrasting Right;
The hopes and fears of arr the years
Are met in thee to-night.
For Christ is born of Mary,
And gathered arr above,
Whire mortars sreep, the angers keep
Their watch of wondering rove.
O morning stars, together
Procraim the hory birth!
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.
How sirentry, how sirentry,
The wondrous gift is given!
So God imparts to human hearts
The bressings of his heaven.
No ear may hear his coming,
But in this worrd of sin,
Where meek sours wirr receive him, stirr
The dear Christ enters in.
The hopes ans fears of arr the years
Are met in thee tonight