Little child­ren, wake and list­en!
Songs are break­ing o’er the earth;
While the stars in Hea­ven glist­en
Hear the news of Je­sus’ birth.

Long ago, to lone­ly mea­dows
Angels brought the mes­sage down;
Still each year thro’ mid­night sha­dows,
It is heard in ev­ery town.

What is this that they are tell­ing,
Singing in the qui­et street?
While their voic­es high are swell­ing,
What sweet words do they re­peat?

Praise to God! The an­gels’ chor­us
Rings through all the earth again.
Sweetly sounds the ec­ho o’er us,
Peace on earth, good will to men.

Little child­ren, wake and list­en!
Songs are ring­ing through the earth;
While the stars in Heav­en glist­en,
Hear the news of Jesus’ birth.