Silent night, holy night.
All is calm, all is bright.
Round yon
Virgin,
Mother and
Child,
Holy
Infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
Silent night, holy night
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glory beams from
Thy holy face
With the dawn of redeeming grace
Christ the
Savior is born
Christ the
Savior is born
Silent night, holy night
Son of
God, love's pure light
Raging beams from heaven afar
Heavenly hosts sing
Alleluia
Jesus,
Lord, at
Thy birth
Jesus,
Lord, at
Thy birth
Silent nights
Those words are true
For on one day
We get pompous
And religious
with great ornaments and great,
great facades.
But how many silent nights do
we have in denying
Jesus
Christ?
The other 363 days of the year.
How many times do those of us
who put on false tears
and profess the kind
of reverence on one day.
Our hypocrites write in his name,
professing his name, fornicating with children,
fornicating with young girls,
and professing his name.
A hatred of races,
a secondary class and a
We put on our best faces on
one silent night of the year.
But our silent nights in professing
Jesus
Christ's name every day of the year,
in the shame of mentioning the name of
Jesus
Christ in public because our
friends won't like it,
our business friends may deny us.
It's not chick to mention the name of
Jesus
Christ.
So we mention
God, and we mention the
Lord, but we're really silent to
His ways.
We're really silent.
We have silent nights every
day of our lives.
Except for
Christmas
Eve.
Oh, we hypocrites.
Oh,
Lord, be merciful to me, a sinner.
Sing the song at first.
Silent night, holy night,
Son of
God, love's pure light,
Radiant beams from
Thy holy face,
With the dawn of redeeming grace.
Jesus,
Lord, at thy birth
Jesus,
Lord, at thy birth
I ain't going to get no applause
for this.
But I thank
Jesus
Christ for his blessings, y 'all.