How still we see thee lie;
Above they deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by.
Yet in they dark streets shineth
The everlasting light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.
For Christ is born of Mary,
And gathered all above,
While mortals sleep the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars together,
Proclaim the holy birth,
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth!
Words by Phillips Brooks 1835-1893
Photo Credit: Kyle Taylor