1. 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, through midnight shadows, It is heard in every town. 2. What is this that they are telling, Singing in the quiet street? While their voices high are swelling, What sweet words do they repeat? Though our hearts from care are free; Words to chase away our sadness, Cheerless though our hearts may be. 3. Christ has left His throne of glory, And a lowly cradle found; Well might angels tell the story, Well may we their words resound, Little children, wake and listen! Songs are ringing through the earth; While the stars in heaven glisten. Hail with joy your Saviour’s birth.