Come Hither, Ye Children

Come hi­ther

ye child­ren

O come one and all

To Beth­le­hem haste

To the man­ger so small;

God’s Son for a gift

Has been sent you this night

To be your Re­deem­er

Your joy and de­light.

He’s born in a sta­ble

For you and for me

Draw near by the bright

Gleaming star­light to see

In swad­dling clothes ly­ing

So meek and so mild

And pur­er than an­gels—

The heav­en­ly Child.

See Ma­ry and Jo­seph

With love-beam­ing eyes

Are gazing up­on

The rude bed where He lies;

The shep­herds are kneel­ing

With hearts full of love

While an­gels sing loud

Hallelujahs above.

Kneel down and ad­ore Him

With shep­herds to­day

Lift up lit­tle hands now

And praise Him as they;

Rejoice that a Sav­ior

From sin you can boast

And join in the song

Of the heav­en­ly host.

O Je­sus

my Sav­ior

What must not be done

What must not be suf­fered

For sin to atone!

From in­fan­cy sor­row

And pain Thou must know

Till Thou on the cross

Tasteth death’s bit­ter woe.

Dear Christ child

what gifts

Can we child­ren be­stow

By which our af­fect­ion

And glad­ness to show?

No rich­es and trea­sures

Of val­ue can be

But hearts that be­lieve

Are ac­cept­ed with Thee.

Our hearts

then

to Thee

We will of­fer to­day

We of­fer them glad­ly;

Accept them we pray

And make them so spot­less

And pure that we may

Abide in Thy pre­sence

In Heav­en for aye.