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 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.