O holy night the stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth.
Long lay the world in sin and sorrow pining,
Till He appear’d, and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! O hear the angel voices!
O night divine! O night when Christ was born!
O night divine! O night O night divine!
Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
So led by light of star so sweetly gleaming,
Then came the wise-men from th’Orient land.
To see the King who made earth’s lowliest choices,
Yea, chose His throne a manger all forlorn.
The Basilian Fathers, St. Basil’s Hymnal, Rev. ed. (Chicago: John P. Daleiden Co., 1918).