Celtic Woman Follow

As sung by the Corrs

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, oh hear the angel voices,
O night divine, o night when Christ was born,
O night divine, o night, o 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
There came the wisemen from the Orient land.

The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger,
In all our trials, born to be our friend.
Fall on your knees, oh hear the angel voices,
O night divine, o night when Christ was born,
O night divine, o night, o night divine.

Fall on your knees, oh hear the angel voices,
O night divine, o night when Christ was born,
O night divine, o night, o night divine.