Teachers
1 Come, children, let your voices rise
To him who stoops to hear your cries:
To-day is born your heavenly King--
Lift up your voices--children, sing.
Boys
2 Come, sisters, join your tuneful tongues,
Responsive to our humble songs;
Come, and your sweeter anthems bring
To praise him better--sister, sing.
Girls
3 Brothers, we come with cheerful hearts,
In this glad song to bear our parts;
Let both unite to sing his praise,
And willing honours jointly raise.
Children
4 Our gifts of gold we cannot bring
An offering unto Zion's King:
Instruct us, teachers, how to gain
The favours of his coming reign.
Teachers
5 Dear children, he whose grace you share,
Does not for such vain honours care:
Your hearts to gold, will he prefer--
Your love, to frankincense and myrrh.
All
6 Saviour of all, our voices blend,
And upward to thy throne ascend,
While low our bodies humbly bow,
Oh! bless us Saviour--bless us now.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Come, children, let your voices rise |
| Title: | A Sabbath-school Christmas song |
| Meter: | L. M. |
| Publication Date: | 1845 |
| Notes: | Now Public Domain. Tune: A SABBATH-SCHOOL CHRISTMAS SONG. To the preceding Air. |