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...