1 Come, praise your Lord and Saviour
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.

2 O Jesus, we would praise thee
With songs of holy joy,
For T\thou on earth didst sojourn
A pure and spotless boy.
Make us, like thee, obedient,
Like thee, from sin-stains free,
Like thee, in God's own temple,
In lowly home, like thee.

3 O Jesus, we too praise thee,
The lowly maiden's Son:
In thee all gentlest graces
Are gathered into one:
Oh! give that best adornment
That Christian maid can wear,
The meek and quiet spirit
Which shone in thee so fair.

4 O Lord, with voices blended
We sing our songs of praise:
Be thou the light and pattern
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.

Amen.