1 Thy little ones, dear Lord, are we,
And come Thy lowly bed to see;
Enlighten every soul and mind,
That we the way to Thee may find.

2 With songs we hasten Thee to greet
And kiss the dust before Thy feet,
O blessed hour, O sweetest night,
That gave Thee birth, our soul's delight.

3 Now welcome! From Thy heavenly home
Thou to our vale of tears art come;
Man hath no offering for Thee save
The stable, manger, cross, and grave.

4 Jesus, alas! how can it be
So few bestow a thought on Thee,
Or on the love, so wondrous great,
That drew Thee down to our estate?

5 O draw us wholly to Thee, Lord,
Do Thou to us Thy grace accord,
True faith and love to us impart,
That we may hold Thee in our heart.

6 Keep us, howe'er the world may lure,
In our baptismal covenant pure;
That every yearning thought may be
Directed only unto Thee:

7 Until at last we, too, proclaim,
With all Thy saints, Thy glorious name;
In Paradise our songs renew,
And praise Thee as the angels do.

8 We gather round Thee, Jesus dear,
So happy in Thy presence here;
Grant us, our Savior, every one,
To stand in heaven before Thy throne.