Come Hither, Ye Children

Come hither, ye children, O come one and all,

To Bethlehem haste, to the manger so small;

God's Son for a gift has been sent you this night

To be your Redeemer, your joy and delight.

He's born in a stable for you and for me,

Draw near by the bright gleaming starlight to see,

In swaddling clothes lying, so meek and so mild,

And purer than angels-the heavenly Child.

See Mary and Joseph with love-beaming eyes

Are gazing upon the rude bed where He lies;

The shepherds are kneeling, with hearts full of love,

While angels sing loud hallelujahs above.

Kneel down and adore Him with shepherds today,

Lift up little hands now and praise Him as they;

Rejoice that a Savior from sin you can boast,

And join in the song of the heavenly host.

O Jesus, my Savior, what must not be done,

What must not be suffered for sin to atone!

From infancy sorrow and pain Thou must know

Till Thou on the cross tasteth death's bitter woe.

Dear Christ Child, what gifts can we children bestow,

By which our affection and gladness to show?

No riches and treasures of value can be,

But hearts that believe are accepted with Thee.

Our hearts, then, to Thee we will offer today,

We offer them gladly; accept them we pray,

And make them so spotless and pure that we may

Abide in Thy presence in Heaven for aye.