Oh, 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. 'Til He appeared.
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. 'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
Oh, Holy Night, the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of our dear Saviour's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining. Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth.