1 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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 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.