Come, children; raise your voices The King of Love comes from above The heavenly host rejoices. The Babe lies in the manger God seeks His own, by angels known But unto men a Stranger. Though weak and helpless lying From Him is giv'n through earth and Heav'n New life, and peace undying. But who on earth do greet Him A shepherd band with staff in hand Sets forth by night to meet Him. And lo! from eastward riding The wise men three; the star they see And follow it confiding. Oh, Hope of all the ages! May we find grace to claim our place Where shepherds kneel and sages...