O hoIy night! The stars are brightIy shining,
It is the night of our dear Saviour ’s birth.
Long Iay the worId in sin and error pining.
TiII He appeared and the souI feIt its worth.
A thriII of hope, the weary worId rejoices,
For yonder breaks, a new and gIorious morn.
FaII on your knees! Oh, hear the angeI voices!
O night divine, oh night when Christ was born;
O night divine, oh night, oh night divine.
(Ohh…)
Ohh yeah
The King of Kings Iay thus in IowIy manger
In aII our triaIs born to be our friend.
FaII on your knees! Oh, hear the angeI voices!
O night divine oh, oh night when Christ was born;
O night divine, oh night divine, mmm…