Come, children, let your voices rise

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.

Source: The Minstrel of Zion: a book of religious songs, accompanied with appropriate music, chiefly original #112