That night in Bethlehem

I sing of a night in Bethlehem
A night as bright as dawn
I sing of that night in Bethlehem
The night the Word was born
The skies are glowing gaily
The earth in white is dressed
See Jesus in the cradle
Drink deep in His mother's breast
And there on a lonely hillside
The shepherds bow down in fear
When the heavens open brightly
And God's message rings out so clear
Glory now to the Father
In all the heavens high
And peace to His friends on earth below
Is all the angels cry


That night in Bethlehem will be spoken of forever under the sun,
That night in Bethlehem that the Word was made flesh.
The skies are aglow, the ground is covered in white,
See little Jesus in the cradle, and the Virgin in a transport of love.

On the bare hillside, the shepherds take shelter;
The skies open to a messenger from God.
A hundred praises now to the Father in heaven above,
And henceforth on Earth, to men of good will, peace.

Don Oíche Úd i mBeithil

Don oíche úd i mBeithil
beidh tagairt faoi ghréin go brách,
Don oíche úd i mBeithil
gur tháinig an Briathar slán;
Tá gríosghrua ar spéartha
's an talamh 'na chlúdach bán;
Féach Íosagán sa chléibhín,
's an Mhaighdean 'Á dhiúl le grá
Ar leacain lom an tsléibhe
go nglacann na haoirí scáth
Nuair in oscailt gheal na spéire
tá teachtaire Dé ar fáil;
Céad glóir anois don Athair
sa bhFlaitheasa thuas go hard!
Is feasta fós ar sa thalamh
d'fheara dea-mhéin' siocháin!

Don oíche úd i mBeithil, beidh tagairt faoi ghrian go bráth
Don oíche úd i mBeithil go dtáinig an Briathar slán.
Tá gríos-ghrua ar spéirthibh, ’san talamh ’na chlúdach bán,
Féach Íosagán sa chliabhán, ’s an Mhaighdean in aoibhneas grá.

Ar leaca loma sléibhe, ’sé ghlacann na h-aoirí scáth;
Ar oscailt geal na spéire, tá teachtaire Dé ar fail.
Céad glóir anois don Athair, i bhFlaitheasaibh thuas go h-ard,
Is feasta fós ar thalamh, do fheara dea-mhéin, síochán.

7th century AD Traditional Music, Ireland.