O Little Town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by, yet in thy dark streets shines the everlasting Light; the hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight. O holy Child of Bethlehem!
Descend to us, we pray; Cast out our sin and enter in, Be born in us to-day. We hear the Christmas angels. The great glad tidings tell; O come to us, abide with us, Our Lord Emmanuel!
Phillips Brooks wrote that wonderful hymn while riding back to his