Текст: Charlotte Church. O Holy Night.

Oh holy night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Saviour'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 world rejoices
For yonder breaks a news and glorious morn

Fall on your knees, oh hear the Angel voices
Oh night divine, oh night when Christ was born
Oh night divine, oh night, oh night divine

Led by the light of faith serenely beaming
With glowing hearts by his cradle we stand
So, led by light of a star sweetly gleaming

Here came the wise men from the orient land
The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger
In all our trials born to be our friend

He knows our need, He guardeth us from danger
Behold your King, before Him lowly bend
Behold you King, before Him lowly bend

Fall on your knees, oh hear the Angel voices
Oh night divine, oh night when Christ was born
Oh night divine, oh night, oh night divine