Come, Children, Raise Your Voices

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.