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.