Now Every Child

Verse 1

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 children, Come Christmas the morn: Little Christ Jesus our brother is born.

Verse 2

Now every star that dwells in sky, Look down, with shining eyes: The 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.