Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 222

O HOLY NIGHT sung by John Berry

Oh Holy Night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Savior's birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appeared and the soul felt its worth

A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees, oh hear the angels' voices
Oh Night Divine, Oh night when Christ was born
Oh Night Divine, Oh Night, Oh Night Divine

Led by the light, of a faith serenely beaming
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
So led by a light of a star sweetly gleaming
Here came the wise men from the Orient land

The King of Kings lay in lowly manger
With all our trials, born to be our friend
He knows our needs, to our weakness no stranger
BEHOLD YOUR KING, Before the lowly bend
BEHOLD YOUR KING, YOUR KING, BEFORE HIM BEND

A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees, Oh hear the angels' voices
Oh Night Divine, Oh Night when Christ was born
Oh Night Divine, Oh Night, Oh Night Divine

Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 171

O Holy Night sung by John Berry




O Holy Night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Saviour's birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till He appeared and the Soul felt its worth

A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees, oh hear the Angels' voices
O Night Divine, oh night when Christ was born
O Night Divine, Oh night...oh night divine

Led by the light of a faith serenely beaming
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
So led by a light of a star sweetly gleaming
Here came the wise men from Orient land

The King of Kings lay in lowly manger
With all our trials, born to be our friend
He knows our needs, to our weakness no stranger
Behold Your King, before the lowly bend
Behold Your King, Your King, before him bend

A thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees, oh hear the Angels' voices
O Night Divine, O Night when Christ was born
O Night Divine, O Night, Oh Night Divine

Sunday Morning Mountain Gospel Music 15

 O Holy Night....John Berry....In memory of Billy Bunch


O Holy Night

O holy night, the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Saviour's birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till He appeared and the Soul felt its worth

A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees, O, hear the angels voices
O night divine, O' night when Christ was born
O night, divine, O night, O night divine

Led by the light of our faith serenely beaming
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
O led by a light of a star sweetly gleaming
Here came the wise men from the Orient land

The King of kings lay in lowly manger
With all our trials born to be our friends
He knows our need, to our weakness no stranger

Behold your King, before him, lowly bend
Behold your King, your King before him bend

A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees, O, hear the angels voices
O night divine, O' night when Christ was born
O night, divine, O night, O night divine