Sunday Reflections Hymn: O Little Town of Bethlehem; and Angels From the Realms of Glory

O Little Town of Bethlehem

Written 1868
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.

O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth!
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.
For Christ is born of Mary
And gathered all above,
While mortals sleep the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.

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.

Where children pure and happy
Pray to the blessed Child,
Where misery cries out to Thee,
Son of the Mother mild;
Where Charity stands watching
And Faith holds wide the door,
The dark night wakes, the glory breaks,
And Christmas comes once more.

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;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord Emmanuel!

 

Angels From the Realms of Glory

First published 1816

  1. Angels from the realms of glory,
    Wing your flight o’er all the earth;
    Ye who sang creation’s story
    Now proclaim Messiah’s birth.

    • Refrain:
      Come and worship, come and worship,
      Worship Christ, the newborn King.
  2. Shepherds, in the field abiding,
    Watching o’er your flocks by night,
    God with us is now residing;
    Yonder shines the infant light:
  3. Sages, leave your contemplations,
    Brighter visions beam afar;
    Seek the great Desire of nations;
    Ye have seen His natal star.
  4. Saints, before the altar bending,
    Watching long in hope and fear;
    Suddenly the Lord, descending,
    In His temple shall appear.
  5. Sinners, wrung with true repentance,
    Doomed for guilt to endless pains,
    Justice now revokes the sentence,
    Mercy calls you; break your chains.
  6. Though an Infant now we view Him,
    He shall fill His Father’s throne,
    Gather all the nations to Him;
    Every knee shall then bow down:
  7. All creation, join in praising
    God, the Father, Spirit, Son,
    Evermore your voices raising
    To th’eternal Three in One.