Sing, Christmas bells! <br />Say to the earth this is the morn <br />Whereon our Saviour-King is born; <br />Sing to all men,-the bond, the free, <br />The rich, the poor, the high, the low, <br />The little child that sports in glee, <br />The aged folk that tottering go,- <br />Proclaim the morn <br />That Christ is born, <br />That saveth them and saveth me! <br /> <br />Sing, angel host! <br />Sing of the star that God has placed <br />Above the manger in the east; <br />Sing of the glories of the night, <br />The virgin's sweet humility, <br />The Babe with kingly robes bedight, <br />Sing to all men where'er they be <br />This Christmas morn; <br />For Christ is born, <br />That saveth them and saveth me! <br /> <br />Sing, sons of earth! <br />O ransomed seed of Adam, sing! <br />God liveth, and we have a king! <br />The curse is gone, the bond are free,- <br />By Bethlehem's star that brightly beamed, <br />By all the heavenly signs that be, <br />We know that Israel is redeemed; <br />That on this morn <br />The Christ is born <br />That saveth you and saveth me! <br /> <br />Sing, O my heart! <br />Sing thou in rapture this dear morn <br />Whereon the blessed Prince is born! <br />And as thy songs shall be of love, <br />So let my deeds be charity,- <br />By the dear Lord that reigns above, <br />By Him that died upon the tree, <br />By this fair morn <br />Whereon is born <br />The Christ that saveth all and me!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-hymn/
