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Waken! Christian children,
Up and let us sing,
With glad voice the praises
Of our newborn King.
Up! ’tis meet to welcome
With a joyous lay
Christ, the King of Glory,
Born for us today.
Come, nor fear to seek Him,
Children though we be;
Once He said of children,
“Let them come to Me.”
In a manger lowly
Sleeps the heav’nly Child;
O’er Him fondly bendeth
Mary, mother mild.
Far above that stable,
Up in Heav’n so high,
One bright star out-shineth,
Watching silently.
Fear not then to enter,
Though we cannot bring
Gold, or myrrh, or incense
Fitting for a King.
Gifts He asketh richer,
Offerings costlier still,
Yet may Christian children
Bring them if they will.
Brighter than all jewels
Shines the modest eye;
Best of gifts He loveth
Infant purity.
Haste we then to welcome
With a joyous lay
Christ, the King of Glory,
Born for us today.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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6 5 6 5
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Dates:
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1861
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Bible Refs:
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Mk 10:14;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1920 | # 651 | | 1917 | # 2063 |
MUSIC
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WAKEN CHRISTIAN CHILDREN
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6 5 6 5
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Dates:
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1861
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