- O come, little children;
O come one and all,
Who lies in the manger
In Behthlehem's stall;
For there, little children
On this holiest night,
Our God sends from Heaven
His Son, your delight.
- He lies there, before you,
Asleep in the hay,
With Mary and Joseph
To guard Him and pray.
The wondering shepherds
Look in at the door,
And seeing the Infant
They kneel and adore.
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- Adore like the shepherds!
Your glad voices raise
With those of the angels
Who sing in his praise.
Your chorus will echo
From earth to the sky,
With "Glory to God
In his Heaven most high!"
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