Choral score

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O 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 to-night. 

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 to-day. 
We hear the Christmas angels 
The great glad tidings tell; 
Oh, come to us, abide with us, 
Our Lord Emmanuel! 

- Phillips Brooks