Quiet town, quiet night, the heavens all aglow,
The wanders in Bethlehem at last have found repose.
A quiet place, a sheltered space,
A stable bleak and poor,
A mother's sigh, a baby's cry, a holy child is born.
Quiet hands, swaddling bands against the midnight
Chill, Joseph tends the oxen and the lambs to keep them still.
Quietly the shepherds kneel to worship and
Adore, and marvel at the miracle, a holy Child is born.
Quietly, quietly the love of God descends,
And quiet hearts can hear the song of peace, good will to men,
Quietly, so quietly the world is set aright,
And heaven smiles, a holy Child is born this quiet night.
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