In the stillness of a church Where
candles glow,
In the softness of a fall Of fresh white snow,
In the brightness of the stars That shine
this night,
In the calmness of a pool Of healing light,
In the clearness of a choir That softly sings,
In the oneness of a hush Of angels' wings,
In the mildness of a night By stable bare,
In the quietness of a lull Near cradle fair,
There's a patience as we wait For a new morn,
And the presence of a child Soon to be born.