Poem: "Softly the Night is Sleeping" by Unknown

Softly the night is sleeping on Bethlehem’s peaceful hill,
Silent the shepherds watching; their gentle flocks are still.
But hark! The wondrous music falls from the opening sky;
Valley and cliff re-echo glory to God on high.
Glory to God it rings again,
Peace on earth, goodwill to men.

Come with gladsome shepherds, quick hastening from the fold,
Come with the wise men bringing incense and myrrh and gold,
Come to Him poor and lowly, around the cradle throng,
Come with your hearts of sunshine and sing the angel’s song.
Glory to God tell out again,
Peace on earth, goodwill to men.

Weave ye the wreath unfading, the fir tree and the pine,
Green from the snows of winter to deck the holy shrine;
Bring ye the happy children, for this is Christmas morn;
Jesus the sinless infant, Jesus the Lord is born.
Glory to God, to God again,
Peace on earth, goodwill to men.