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*{{PostedDate|2018-10-14}} {{CPDLno|51486}} [[Media:The_earth_has_grown_old_Bairstow.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:The_earth_has_grown_old_Bairstow.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:The_earth_has_grown_old_Bairstow.mxl|{{XML}}]] [[Media:The_earth_has_grown_old_Bairstow.capx|{{Capx}}]] | *{{PostedDate|2018-10-14}} {{CPDLno|51486}} [[Media:The_earth_has_grown_old_Bairstow.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:The_earth_has_grown_old_Bairstow.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:The_earth_has_grown_old_Bairstow.mxl|{{XML}}]] [[Media:The_earth_has_grown_old_Bairstow.capx|{{Capx}}]] | ||
{{Editor|James Gibb|2018-10-14}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|6|130}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | {{Editor|James Gibb|2018-10-14}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|6|130}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | ||
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2018-10-14). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 130 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Transcribed from the edition on IMSLP. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
General Information
Title: The earth has grown old
Composer: Edward Bairstow
Lyricist: Phillips Brooks
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
with some T divisi.
Genre: Sacred, Carol
Language: English
Instruments: Organ
First published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
The earth has grown old with its burden of care,
But at Christmas it always is young;
The heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fair,
And its soul full of 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 that cover the sod.
The feet of the Christ-Child fall gentle and white,
And the voice of the Christ-Child tells out with delight,
That mankind are the children of God.
On the sad and the lonely, the wretched an poor,
That voice of the Christ-Child shall fall,
And to ev'ry blind wanderer opens the door
Of a hope that he dared not to dream of before,
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.
This, this is the marvel to mortals reveal'd
When the silvery trumpets of Christmas have peal'd,
That mankind are the children of God.