Everywhere, everywhere,
Christmas tonight!
Christmas in lands of the
fir tree and pine,
Christmas in lands of the
palm tree and vine;
Christmas where
snow peaks stand solemn and white,
Christmas where
corn fields lie sunny and bright;
Everywhere, everywhere,
Christmas tonight.
Christmas where
children are hopeful
and gay,
Christmas where
old men are patient and gray,
Christmas where
peace, like a dove in its flight,
Broods o’er brave men in the
thick of the
fight;
Everywhere, everywhere,
Christmas tonight.
For the Christ
child who
comes is the Master of all
No place too great and no cottage too small;
The Angels who
welcome Him sing from the height,
“In the city of David,
a King in His might.”
Everywhere, everywhere,
Christmas tonight.
Then let every heart
keep its Christmas within
Christ’s pity for sorrow, Christ’s
hatred for sin.
Christ’s care for the
weakest, Christ’s courage for right,
Christ’s dread of the
darkness, Christ’s love of the
light.
Everywhere, everywhere,
Christmas tonight.
So the stars of the
midnight
which compass
us round
Shall see a strange glory,
and hear a sweet sound,
And cry, “Look! The earth
is aflame with delight,
O Sons of the morning,
rejoice at the sight.”
Everywhere, everywhere,
Christmas tonight.
Words: Bishop Phillips
Brooks (1835-1893)
Source: Phillips
Brooks, Christmas
Songs and Easter Carols (New York: E.P.
Dutton & Co., 1903)
Music by Lewis Henry Redner
