Come, praise your Lord and Savior, in strains of holy mirth; give thanks to him, O children, who lived a child on earth. He loved the little children and called them to his side, his loving arms embraced them, and for their sake he died. O Jesus, we would praise thee with songs of holy joy; for thou on earth didst sojourn a pure and spotless boy. Make us like thee, obedient, like thee from sin's stains free, like thee in God's own temple, in lowly home like thee. O Jesus, we too praise thee, the lowly Maiden's Son, in thee all gentlest graces are gathered into one. O give that best adornment that Christian maid can wear, the meek and quiet spirit which shone in thee so fair! O Lord, with voices blended we sing our songs of praise; be thou the light and patter of all our childhood's days; and lead us ever onward, that while we stay below, we may, like thee, O Jesus, in grace and wisdom grow.