Do you hear the child­ren cry­ing
In the night, in the night?
Of deep hea­then dark­ness sigh­ing,
For the light, for the light.
How their lit­tle hands up­lift
To re­ceive the price­less gift
That the Christ-child brings to bless them
With His love and life and light.

Do you hear the child­ren singing
In the light, in the light?
Far and near the of­fer­ings bring­ing,
Shining bright, shin­ing bright.
To the Christ-child’s feet they bear
Loving hearts and of­fer­ings rare,
That the lit­tle ones in dark­ness,
Far away may see the light.

How the al­le­lu­ias swell­ing
On the air, on the air,
Speak the glad news they are tell­ing
Everywhere, ev­ery­where.
To the lit­tle lift­ed hands
Comes the gift, in far off lands,
For the lov­ing Christ-child list­en­ing,
Hears the lit­tle child­ren’s pray­er.