Waken! Christian Children

Waken! Christ­ian child­ren

Up and let us sing

With glad voice the prais­es

Of our new­born king.

Up! ’tis meet to wel­come

With a joy­ous lay

Christ

the King of Glo­ry

Born for us to­day.

Come

nor fear to seek Him

Children though we be;

Once He said of child­ren

Let them come to Me.

In a manger low­ly

Sleeps the heav’n­ly Child;

O’er Him fond­ly bend­eth

Mary

mo­ther mild.

Far above that sta­ble

Up in Heav’n so high

One bright star out-shin­eth

Watching si­lent­ly.

Fear not then to en­ter

Though we can­not bring

Gold

or myrrh

or in­cense

Fitting for a king.

Gifts He ask­eth rich­er

Offerings cost­li­er still

Yet may Christ­ian child­ren

Bring them if they will.

Brighter than all jew­els

Shines the mo­dest eye;

Best of gifts He lov­eth

Infant pur­ity.

Haste we then to wel­come

With a joy­ous lay

Christ

the King of Glo­ry

Born for us to­day.