Tuning Out...

Oh holy night, the stars are brightly shining

It is the night of your dear Saviour's birth

Long lay the world in sin and error pining

'Til he appeared and the soul felt its worth

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn

Fall on your knees

Oh hear the angel voices

Oh night divine, oh night, that leads to morn

Fall on your knees

Oh hear the angel voices

Oh night divine, oh night, when Christ was born

Oh night, oh holy night, oh night divine

Hold me in your arms

Hold me in your arms

I'll be buried here with you

And I'll hold in these hands

All that remains