O Holy Night

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SATB version based on Hymnary.org's from Timeless Truths, 1926, using the tune, 'la Marseillaise religieuse'

SATB version using the tune, ‘la Marseillaise religieuse’ as seen in The High School Assembly Song Book, 1912, p. 154–155

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Lyrics from Cincinnati Opera Festival in the Great Music Hall, February 13–18, 1882 (p. 21–22)

1. O holy night! the stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of our 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 world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn,
Fall on your knees! Oh hear the angels voices
O night divine! O night when Christ was born,
O night divine! O night, O night divine!

2. 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, to our weakness no stranger;
Behold your King! before the lowly bend,
Behold your King! your King! before Him bend.

3. Truly he taught us to love one another;
His law is Love, and His Gospel is Peace.
Chains shall he break, for the slave is our brother;
And in his name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise his Holy name,
Christ is the Lord, then ever, ever praise we,
His power and glory, ever more proclaim,
His power and glory, ever more proclaim.

Lyrics from Hymnary.org, obtained from Timeless Truths, 1926

1. Oh, 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 world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new 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!

2. 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 Orient land.
The King of kings lay thus in lowly manger,
In all our trials born to be our Friend!
He knows our need—to our weakness is no stranger.
Behold your King; before Him lowly bend!
Behold your King; before Him lowly bend!

3. Truly He taught us to love one another;
His law is love and His Gospel is peace.
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother,
And in His Name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy name!
Christ is the Lord! Oh, praise His name forever!
His pow’r and glory evermore proclaim!
His pow’r and glory evermore proclaim!

Lyrics from The High School Assembly Song Book, 1912, p. 154–155

1. O 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 new and glorious morn;
Fall on your knees, O hear the angel voices,
O night divine, O night when Christ was born,
O night divine, O night, O night divine!

2. 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 needs! To our weakness no stranger,
Behold your King, Before Him lowly bend;
Behold your King, your King, before Him bend!
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