Come children, with singing, with sweet voices ringing

Come kneel to the Babe that in Bethlehem lies

While angels achoir, 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...