Eleanor Farjeon

Now Every Child

  Now every Child that dwells on earth,
  Stand up, stand up and sing!
The passing night has given birth
  Unto the Children's King.

Sing sweet as the flute,
Sing clear as the horn,
Sing joy of the Stars
Come Christmas the morn!
Little Christ Jesus
Our Brother is born.

  Now ever Star that dwells in sky,
  Look down with shining eyes!
That night has dropped in passing by
  A Star from Paradise.

Sing sweet as the flute,
Sing clear as the horn,
Sing joy of the Stars
Come Christmas the morn!
Little Christ Jesus
Our Brother is born. 

  Now every Beast that crops in field,
  Breathe sweetly and adore!
The night has brought the richest yield
  That ever harvest bore.

Sing sweet as the flute,
Sing clear as the horn,
Sing joy of the Stars
Come Christmas the morn!
Little Christ Jesus
Our Brother is born.
       
  Now every Bird that flies in air,
  Sing, raven, lark and dove!
The night has brooded on her lair
  And fledged the Bird of Love.

Sing sweet as the flute,
Sing clear as the horn,
Sing joy of the Stars
Come Christmas the morn!
Little Christ Jesus
Our Brother is born.
       
  Now all the Angels of the Lord
  Rise up on Christmas Even!
The passing night will bear the Word
  That is the Voice of Heaven.

Sing sweet as the flute,
Sing clear as the horn,
Sing joy of the Stars
Come Christmas the morn!
Little Christ Jesus
Our Brother is born.