Come Children Raise Your Voices

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.