other translations - Beamish

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