Stars flung like diamonds against the black sky;
Bethlehem sleeping as evening sails by;
Silent as sunrise caressing the earth;
Deep in the silence a Child comes to birth,
Deep in the silence a Child comes to birth.

Just one of many born lowly and poor,
Prey for the hunger that waits at the door,
Born in a stable where strangers must lie,
A poor son of Adam, born but to die,
A poor son of Adam, born but to die.

Born by the Power that comes from above,
Born in our flesh, to give flesh to God's love,
Light for the blind, life for the dead,
Broken for us as the famished break bread,
Broken for us as the famished break bread,

What shall we call Him, this Child of our dreams?
Israel's beacon through many dim years,
The Promise of ages, the long-awaited dawn,
The future we cherish in God's only Son,
The future we cherish in God's only Son.

Here where our hatred comes to an end,
Here where the stranger is brother and friend,
No longer abandoned by nation or race,
Here is our midst we touch God's human face,
Here is our midst we touch God's human face.