1 Still, still, still, 'Tis the eve of the Savior's birth;
The world is sleeping, God is sending
His only Son the curse is ending.
Still, still, still, 'Tis the eve of the Savior's birth.
2 Still, still, still, Jesus comes to the hearts of men
While passions are hushed, and souls are attending,
God is speaking, hearts are bending.
Still, still, still, Jesus comes to the hearts of men
3 Still, still, still, Our Master is coming again;
The world will be sleeping, lost in slumber;
He will receive a small waiting number.
Still, still, still, Our Master is coming again.