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Come children, with singing,
with sweet voices ringing,
Come kneel to the Babe
that in Bethlehem lies,
While angels achoir,
with pinions of fire,
Are filling with music
the listening skies.
Repeat the dear story how,
veiling His glory,
The Hope of the Ages
came down to the earth,
Oh, worship Him lowly,
the lofty and holy
Our Star of the Morning
shone out at His birth.
See Mary enfold Him,
while shepherds behold Him.
And sages are bent
at His beautiful feet.
Come, haste to adore Him,
and, bowing before Him,
The Lord who redeems you
in reverence greet.
This wonderful Stranger,
His couch is a manger,
His cradle is made
with the cattle in stall;
Yet God of creation
in blest incarnation,
He stoops to our nature
to ransom us all.
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Meter:
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12 11 12 11
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 19:14;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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COME CHILDREN WITH SINGING
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Meter:
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12 11 12 11
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