Softly the Silent Night

Softly the si­lent night fall­eth from God

On

wea­ry wan­der­ers

ov­er life’s road;

And as the stars on high light up the dark­en­ing sky

Lord

unto Thee we cry—Fa­ther above.

Softly on fail­ing wing day­light has passed;

Sleep

like an an­gel

kind

folds us at last;

Peace be our lot this night

safe be our slum­ber light

Watched by Thy an­gels bright

Fa­ther ab­ove.

And when the gleam of morn touch­es our eyes

And the re­turn­ing day bids us arise

Happy be­neath Thy will

stead­fast in joy or ill

Lord

may we serve Thee still

Fa­ther ab­ove.