The Christmas Journey

Dear child­ren

whi­ther haste you so?

A jour­ney you are mak­ing;

To far off Beth­le­hem we go.

We there these flow’rs are tak­ing.

Why take you flow’rs to Beth­le­hem?

Are they meant for some strang­er?

The new­born King of Da­vid’s stem

There’s cra­dled in a mang­er.

Why go so far to see a child

Found in a low­ly sta­ble?

That Babe is God’s Son

sweet and mild

To save man­kind He’s able.

Who is that child

O child­ren

tell?

What name to Him is giv­en?

“’Tis Je­sus Christ who loves us well

And came to us from Heav­en.

“Him we will vis­it in yon stall

In hum­ble ad­or­ation.

Him will we give these flow­ers all;

He gives us blest sal­va­tion.

He is our shep­herd

we His sheep

With food di­vine He feeds us

That we the nar­row way may keep

He by His hand e’er leads us.”