O little town of Bethlehem, how still! We see thee die,
Above the violent nightmare sleep, the silenced world goes by.
But where in the dark streets shine, the everlasting Light?
The hopes are dashed, the fears increased, we need your promised Might.
For Christ is born in world of pain, as someone shoots the dove,
While Christians sleep, the angels keep their bewildered watch of love.
Morning stars might once have sung, and praised the holy birth,
But now hate reigns; walls are built and bullets kill, and proves the curse of earth.
How silently, and insanely, the wondrous land is stolen,
So God imparts to occupied hearts, a courage ever bolden!
No mouth may speak against this crime, but in this world of sin,
The slightest voice raised for Justice, is accused of anti-Semitism.