Children, Lo, the Days Are Here

Children

lo

the days are here

Of the joy­ous Christ­mas cheer!

Listen

how each sweet chime swells

From the swift­ly clash­ing bells;

Bells that peal along the morn

Of the day when Christ was born.

He

the Life

the Truth

the Way

Once in Beth­le­hem’s man­ger lay.

Near the herds­men and their kine—

He

the heav’n­ly

the di­vine;

Showing that the low­li­est heart

May with Him have lot and part.

Guided by His sac­red star

Came the wise men from afar;

Royal gifts their hands un­fold

Myrrh and frank­in­cense and gold;

Glorious grew that sta­ble dim

When they knelt and wor­shiped Him.

While your hearts are filled with love

This di­vin­est tale ab­ove

There are some in lone­ly ways

In these hap­py Christ­mas days

Earthly sha­dows round them fall

Yet the Fa­ther loves them all.

Tell them in your sweet­est song

To the Fa­ther you be­long;

Love is wait­ing at your door

Waiting now and ev­er­more;

Still for you the star doth glow

Flaming ov­er night and snow.

In the beau­ty of its ray

Clouds and dark­ness flee away;

Love and joy are in its light

Fadeless

death­less

ev­er bright;

Let no fear your hearts ap­pall;

God

the Fa­ther

lov­eth all.