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.