o holy night the stars are brightly shining it is the night of the dear saviour s birth long lay the world in sin and error pining till he appeared 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 oh hear the angel voices o night divine o night when christ was born o night o holy night o night divine o night divine o night when christ was born o night o holy night o night divine o night when christ was born3