A Thrill of Hope

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.  

A thrill of hope  
The weary world rejoices  
For yonder breaks  
A new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees
Hear the angels' voices
O night divine  
O night when Christ was born
O night, O  holy night  
O night divine