O holy night, the stars are brightly shining;
It is the night of the dear Savoir'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 soul rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees, Oh, hear the angel voices
O night divine, Onight when Christ was born!
O night, O holy night, O night divine!