Waken! Christian children, Up and let us sing, With glad voice the praises Of our newborn King. Up! 'tis meet to welcome With a joyous lay Christ, the King of Glory, Born for us today. Come, nor fear to seek Him, Children though we be; Once He said of children, ?Let them come to Me.? In a manger lowly Sleeps the heav'nly Child; O'er Him fondly bendeth Mary, mother mild. Far above that stable, Up in Heav'n so high, One bright star out-shineth, Watching silently. Fear not then to enter, Though we cannot bring Gold, or myrrh, or incense Fitting for a King. Gifts He asketh richer, Offerings costlier still, Yet may Christian children Bring them if they will. Brighter than all jewels Shines the modest eye; Best of gifts He loveth Infant purity. Haste we then to welcome With a joyous lay Christ, the King of Glory, Born for us today.