Come to the Manger (McLaughlin)

Come

come

come to the man­ger

Children

come

to the child­ren’s king;

Sing

sing

chor­us of an­gels

Stars of morn­ing

o’er Beth­le­hem sing!

He lies ’mid the beasts of the stall

Who is mak­er and Lord of us all

The win­try wind blows cold and drea­ry

See

He weeps

the world is wea­ry;

Lord

have pi­ty and mer­cy on me!

He leaves all His glo­ry be­hind

To be born and to die for man­kind;

With grate­ful beasts His cra­dle chooses

Thankless man His love re­fus­es;

Lord

have pi­ty and mer­cy on me!

To the man­ger of Beth­le­hem come

To the Sav­ior Em­ma­nu­el’s home;

The heav’n­ly hosts above are sing­ing

Set the Christ­mas bells a-ringing

Lord

have pi­ty and mer­cy on me!