Charlotte Church

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 it?s worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a news and glorious morn,
Fall on your knees, o 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,