Thrushes stir in the trees, and hide from the moonlight
high on the stoney ridge all is still
the whole world is waiting, silent as the icy stars
A holy winter, to cheer our darkened hearts
Jesus, our Lord and king, born in a stable
wrapped in rags, asleep on a bed of straw
though he is from heaven, still it is enough for him
he who made the mountains and will come again to reign
O blessed night, bright angels are singing
for heavens light, is lying in a manger bed
sweet Mary, she kisses his head
and sings a lullaby
Oh boundless mercy of God, beautiful mystery
that braying donkeys and sheep and birds of the air
and sheperds and sages, all have come this night
to welcome him, Redeemer of the world