Now every Child that dwells on earth, <br /> Stand up, stand up and sing! <br />The passing night has given birth <br /> Unto the Children's King. <br /> <br />Sing sweet as the flute, <br />Sing clear as the horn, <br />Sing joy of the Stars <br />Come Christmas the morn! <br />Little Christ Jesus <br />Our Brother is born. <br /> <br /> Now ever Star that dwells in sky, <br /> Look down with shining eyes! <br />That night has dropped in passing by <br /> A Star from Paradise. <br /> <br />Sing sweet as the flute, <br />Sing clear as the horn, <br />Sing joy of the Stars <br />Come Christmas the morn! <br />Little Christ Jesus <br />Our Brother is born. <br /> <br /> Now every Beast that crops in field, <br /> Breathe sweetly and adore! <br />The night has brought the richest yield <br /> That ever harvest bore. <br /> <br />Sing sweet as the flute, <br />Sing clear as the horn, <br />Sing joy of the Stars <br />Come Christmas the morn! <br />Little Christ Jesus <br />Our Brother is born. <br /> <br /> Now every Bird that flies in air, <br /> Sing, raven, lark and dove! <br />The night has brooded on her lair <br /> And fledged the Bird of Love. <br /> <br />Sing sweet as the flute, <br />Sing clear as the horn, <br />Sing joy of the Stars <br />Come Christmas the morn! <br />Little Christ Jesus <br />Our Brother is born. <br /> <br /> Now all the Angels of the Lord <br /> Rise up on Christmas Even! <br />The passing night will bear the Word <br /> That is the Voice of Heaven. <br /> <br />Sing sweet as the flute, <br />Sing clear as the horn, <br />Sing joy of the Stars <br />Come Christmas the morn! <br />Little Christ Jesus <br />Our Brother is born.<br /><br />Eleanor Farjeon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-every-child/
