On Christmas Eve in 1818A blizzard stranded the tiny village of OgledorfNestled in the Austrian mountainsThat same day the people of St. Nicholas' church found their organ brokenSo the priest and organist began composing a song that could be sung withoutAn organ yet beautiful enough to express their Christmas joyAll day and all night long they workedAnd at midnight the gentle carol Silent Night was bornThe pure clear tones echoed through the hillsAnd the world has been captured by the beauty of that simple song ever sinceSilent NightHoly NightAll is calmAll is brightRound yon virginMother and childHoly infant so tender and mildSleep in heavenly peaceSleep in heavenly peaceSilent NightHoly NightShepherds pray at the sightGlory streams from heaven afarHeavenly ? sing hallelujahChrist the Savior is bornChrist the Savior is bornSilent NightHoly NightSon of God, love’s pure lightRadiant beams from Thy Holy FaceWith the dawn of redeeming graceJesus, Lord, at Thy Birth!Jesus, Lord, at Thy Birth!