O HOLY NIGHT/

WE THREE KINGS OF ORIENT ARE/

DECK THE HALLS WITH BOUGHS OF HOLLY

O holy night, the stars are brightly shinning,
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, O hear the angels' voices.
O night divine, O night when Christ was born.
O night divine, O night, O night divine.

(Bells ringing)

O night divine, O night when Christ was born.
O night divine, O night, O night divine.

We three kings of Orient are, bearing gifts we travel afar.
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, following yonder Star.

O, star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding, guide us to thy perfect light.

Born a King on Bethlehem's plains; Gold I bring to crown Him again;
King forever, ceasing never, over us all to reign.

Frankincense to offer have I; Incense owns a Deity nigh;
Prayer and praising, all men raising, worship Him, God most high.

O, star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding, guide us to thy perfect light.

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, da-da, da-da, da-da!

Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume, breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying, seal'd in the stone-cold tomb.

Glorious now behold Him arise, King and God and sacrifice,

"Hallelujah!” "Hallejujah!" Earth to the Heav’ns replies.

Star of wonder, star of night, star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding, guide us to thy perfect light.

Spoken:

“Hey gang, come on over here. We’re gonna’ decorate the Christmas tree.”

Deck the halls with boughs of holy - Fa-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la

‘Tis the season to be jolly - Fa-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la

Don we now our gay apparel - Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la

Troll the ancient Yuletide carol - Fa-la-la-la, la-la, la-la

Spoken:

“Girls, I’m under the mistletoe!”

See the blazing Yule before us - Fa-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la

Strike the harp and join the chorus - Fa-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la

Folow me in merry measure - Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la

While I tell of Yuletide treasure - Fa-la-la-la, la-la, la-la

Spoken:

“Hey, now let’s light up the Christman tree. Ready?”

Fast away the old year passes - Fa-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la

Hail the new, ye lads and lasses - Fa-la, la-la-la, la-la, la-la

Sing we joyous, all together - Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la

Heedless of the wind and weather - Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la