The Cyber Hymnal ‎#16421

16421. The Voice Of The Christ Child

1 The earth has grown old with its bur­den of care,
But at Christ­mas it al­ways is young;
And the soul of its mu­sic breaks forth on the air;
When the song of the an­gels is sung.
It is com­ing, old earth, it is com­ing tonight,
On the snow­flakes which cov­er thy sod,
And the voice of the Christ Child tells out with de­light,
That we all can be child­ren of God.

2 On the sad and the lone­ly, the wretch­ed and poor,
That voice of the Christ Child shall fall;
And to ev­ery blind wan­der­er op­ens the door,
With a sun­shine and wel­come for all.
The feet of the hum­blest may walk in the field,
Where the feet of the Hol­ie­st have trod,
And this is the mar­vel to mor­tals re­vealed,
That we all can be child­ren of God.

Text Information

• First Line: The earth has grown old with its bur­den of care
• Title: The Voice Of The Christ Child
• Author: Phillips Brooks (1893, alt.)
• Language: English
• Source: Select Songs No. 2 by Francis N. Peloubet and Hubert P. Main (New York: Biglow & Main, 1893)
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: [The earth has grown old with its bur­den of care]
• Composer: William Davenant
• Key: E♭ Major
• Copyright: Public Domain