Текст: 98 Degrees. This Christmas. Oh Holy Night.

O holy night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Savior'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, oh, night when Christ was born
O night divine, oh, night, oh, night divine
O night divine, oh, night when Christ was born
O night divine, oh, night, oh, night divine