Young Men and Maidens

Young men and maid­ens raise

On this tri­umph­ant morn

A grate­ful song of heart­felt praise

To Christ at Beth­le’m born;

Your voic­es loud and sweet

Expressive of your heart

May sing to Him in prais­es meet

And sor­row all depart.

The Fa­ther

from His throne

The world’s cre­at­or gave

His well be­lov­ed

His on­ly Son

A ru­ined world to save.

By faith from coun­tries far

The east­ern ma­gi came

Led by a bright and dazz­ling star

To wor­ship at His fane.

The in­fant Christ they found

And love­ly was the sight

Their peace and joy would now ab­ound

And praise be their de­light;

With wor­ship Him they greet

Nor could they gifts with­hold

But hum­bly lay at Je­su’s feet

Myrrh

frank­in­cense

and gold.

We of­fer Thee

good Lord

Our hum­ble sac­ri­fice;

A con­trite heart

dec­lares Thy word

Thou nev­er will des­pise.

O Lord

ac­cept the gift

Of our un­hal­lowed heart

Our souls at last to Heav­en lift

To dwell where now Thou art.