Il Divo

Urs:
O holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth.
David:
Long lay the world in sin and error pining.
Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth.
Carlos:
A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
S?bastien:
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, oh night when Christ was born;
Urs:
O night divine, oh night oh night divine.