Come Children, with Singing

Come child­ren

with sing­ing

With sweet voic­es ring­ing

Come kneel to the Babe that in Beth­le­hem lies

While an­gels in choir

with pin­ions of fire

Are fill­ing with mu­sic the list­en­ing skies.

Repeat the dear sto­ry

How

veil­ing His glo­ry

The Hope of the Ag­es came down to the earth

Oh

wor­ship Him low­ly

the lof­ty and ho­ly

Our star of the morn­ing shone out at His birth.

See Ma­ry enfold Him

While shep­herds be­hold Him.

And sag­es are bent at His beau­ti­ful feet.

Come

haste to adore Him

and

bow­ing be­fore Him

The Lord who re­deems you in rev­er­ence greet.

This won­der­ful strang­er

His couch is a man­ger

His cra­dle is made with the cat­tle in stall;

Yet God of cre­ation in blest in­car­na­tion

He stoops to our na­ture to ran­som us all.