OH WORLD OF JOY, OH EARTH OF PEACE
Once upon the mid-night clear,
when silent stars shown round the Light,
One silent night, one holy night,
when all was calm, and all was bright.
Oh little town called Bethlehem,
oh crowded town--no empty bed,
except the manger far away,
a hay-filled trough, a lowly shed.
With angels bending near the earth,
while quiet, the lowing cattle stray,
near the Child's side they watch,
sleeping on a bed of hay.
The wisemen traveled very far,
with wond'ring awe, they saw the star,
gleaming, beaming, ever bright,
while shepherds watched their flocks by night.
Angels, they were heard on high,
praising, singing o'er the plains,
"Receive your King, adore your King,"
oh joyous sounds, oh joyful strains.
"Oh World of Joy, Oh Earth of Peace,"
oh, let the golden harpist ring.
"Hark, oh Hark," the angels sing,
"Glory to the wondrous King."