Silent Night Chapel
Long ago, in village small, a priceless hymn from priest softly renders.
The story of the Christ Child a gift from God preciously surrenders.
Oh Holy Night whether stars brightly shone or snow profusely laden.
The words envelop abundant love for child, man, or maiden.
Silence in the night as song breaks through with Light.
The infant child, the Saviour born in the most Holy of nights.