AO holy Amaj7/C#night, the Dstars are brightly Ashining
It is the Anight of the Edear Savior’s Abirth
ALong lay the C#mworld in Dsin and error Apining
'Till He apC#m/G#peared and the G#soul felt C#mits worth
A Ethrill of hope the Aweary world rejoices
For Eyonder breaks a Anew and glorious morn