Letra: O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie. Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by. Silent Night, holy Night, all is calm, all is bright. Round yon virgin, mother and child. Holy infant so tender and mild, sleep in heavenly peace.
Away in a manger, no crib for his bed. The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head. The stars in the sky look down where he lay. The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay.
Radiant beams from thy holy face with the dawn of redeeming grace, Jesus Lord, at thy birth. Hark the herald angels sing: Glory to the newborn King. Joyful, joyful, Lord, we adore thee God of glory, Lord of love.
Joyful all ye nations rise, join the triumph of the skies. Melt the clouds of sin and sadness. Joy to the world! The Lord is come. Let earth receive her King. Let every heart prepare him room and heaven and nature sing, and heaven and nature sing. Glory to the new born King. The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.