121. Oh holy night

Oh holy night, the stars are brightly shining,
it is the night of our dear Saviours birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
till He appeared and the whole fellt His Worth.

A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices,
from yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.

Fall on your knees. Oh hear the angels voices.
Oh night devine, Oh night when Christ was born.
Oh night divine, oh night, Oh night divine.