Photograph of Becka deHaan sitting at a piano
O Holy Night
[Traditional]

O holy night;
The stars are brightly shining;
It is the night of our dear Savior’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 world 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.

[Interlude]

Chains shall he break
For a slave is our brother;
And in his name, all oppression shall cease.
The King of kings
In thus a lowly manger;
In all our trials
Born to be our friend.
He knows our needs;
To our weakness is no stranger;
Behold your King;
Before him lowly bend;
Behold your King, before him lowly bend.

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.
O night divine, o night
O night divine.
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