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
Til He appears and the soul felt its worth
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
Til He appears 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, O Holy night, O night divine!
[Verse 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 come 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
[Verse 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; O praise His name forever!
His power and glory evermore proclaim
His power and glory evermore proclaim
O Sveta noć! Zvijezde su jarko sjajne
To je noć rođenja našeg dragog Spasitelja
Dugo ležati svijet u grijehu i greškama
Dok se pojavi i duša je osjećala da vrijedi
Uzbuđenje nade u umorni svijet se raduje
Jer yonder razbije novo i slavno jutro
Pasti na koljena; O čujte glasove anđela!
O noć božanski, o noći kad se Krist rodio
O NOĆ, o sveta noć, o noć božanski!
[Stih 2]
Vodio svjetlost vjere spokojno blistavo
S užarenim srcem po svojoj kolijevci stojimo
Tako je vodio svjetlost zvijezde slatko blistavo
Evo mudraca iz Orient Land -a
Kralj kraljeva ležao je tako u slabo jačanju
U svim našim suđenjima koja su rođena kao naš prijatelj
On zna našu potrebu, naša slabost nije stranac
Evo svog kralja; Pred njim se nisko savija
Evo svog kralja; Pred njim se nisko savija
[Stih 3]
Uistinu nas je naučio da volimo jedni druge;
Njegov je zakon ljubav, a njegovo evanđelje mir
Lanci će se slomiti, jer je rob naš brat
I u njegovo ime će prestati sva ugnjetavanje
Slatke himne radosti u zahvalnom zboru podižu mi
Neka svi u nama hvale njegovo sveto ime
Krist je Gospodin; O, pohvalite njegovo ime zauvijek!
Njegova moć i slava ikad proglašava
Njegova moć i slava ikad proglašava