O lDittle town of BG6ethlehem
How sD/Atill we sA7ee thee lDie.
Above tD/Chy deB7ep and dEmreamless sleep
The sD/Ailent sA7tars go bDy;
Yet iDn thy dEmark streets sF#hine
The eBmverlastEm/Ging ligF#ht;
The Dhopes and fears of Gall the G#7(dim)years
Are mD/Aet in tA7hee tonDight.
AaEbaah aFm/Bbh ah aaaGm/Bbh Eb
How sEbilently how sFm/Abilently
The wEb/Bbondrous gBb7ift is gEbiv'n!
So GEbod imEb/Db - parC7ts to huFmman hearts
The bEb/Bblessings oBb7f His hEbeav'n.
No eEbar may hFmear HG#is cGoming;
But iCmn this world oFm/Abf sin G
Where mEbeek souls will recFm/Abeive Him still
The dEb/Bbear Christ eBb7nters iEbn.
AAb/Eb men Eb