Hillsongs - O holy night

^GO holy n^Dight, the s^Ctars are brightly s^Ghining; It is the ^Gnight of the d^Dear Savior’s b^Girth! ^GLong lay the w^Dorld in^C sin and error^Em pining, Till He ap^Bmpeared and the soul felt its ^Emworth. A ^Dthrill of hope, the w^Ceary soul r^Gejoices, For ^Dyonder breaks a ^Cnew and glorious ^Gmorn.

^EmFall on your ^Bmknees, O ^Amhear the angel ^Emvoices! O ^Gni ^Dght di^Emvine^C, O ^Gnight^D when Christ was ^Gborn!

^GTruly He ^Dtaught us to lo^Cve one ano^Gther, His law is ^Glove and His go^Dspel is ^Gpeace ^GChains he shall b^Dreak, for the ^Cslave is our b^Emro ther And in His n^Bmame all oppression shall^Em cease Sweet h^Dymns of joy in gr^Cateful chorus ra^Gise we, Let a^Dll within us p^Craise His holy n^Game.

^EmChrist is the ^BmLord! O P^Amraise His name for^Emever. His p^Go ^D wer and ^Emglo ^C ry e ver ^Gmore pro^Dclaim! O ^Gni ^Dght di^Emvine^C, O ^Gnight^D when Christ was ^Gborn!

^EmFall on your ^Bmknees, O ^Amhear the angel ^Emvoices! O ^Gni ^Dght di^Emvine^C, O ^Gni^Dght

O ^Gni ^Dght di^Emvine^C, O ^Gnight^D when Christ was ^Gborn!

^EmChrist is the^Bm Lord! O ^AmPraise His name^Em forever. His po^{G D} wer and g^Emlo ^C ry e ver ^Gmore pro^Dclaim! O^G ni ^D ght d^Emivin^Ce, O^G nigh^Dt when Christ was ^Gborn!