Come, children; raise your voices

The King of Love comes from above

The heavenly host rejoices.



The Babe lies in the manger

God seeks His own, by angels known

But unto men a Stranger.



Though weak and helpless lying

From Him is giv'n through earth and Heav'n

New life, and peace undying.



But who on earth do greet Him

A shepherd band with staff in hand

Sets forth by night to meet Him.



And lo! from eastward riding

The wise men three; the star they see

And follow it confiding.



Oh, Hope of all the ages!

May we find grace to claim our place

Where shepherds kneel and sages...