O Holy Night I
Dianne T. DeShea
O holy night!
The stars shine in their brightness.
It is the night of the dear Sun Child's birth.
Long lay the world in growing cold and darkness
'Til He appeared, casting light o'er the earth.
A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
All nature sings! Oh raise your joyous voices!
Oh night divine! This night the Sun is born!
Oh night divine! Oh night, oh night divine!