1 Come ye children, sweetly sing,
On this birthday of our King,
Now a joyous anthem raise,
In glad notes of grateful praise.

2 See, he leaves his Father's throne,
Lays aside his starry crown,
And to save the sons of men,
"Christ is born in Bethlehem."

3 Hark! a new song rends the sky,
"Glory be to God on high,
Peace on earth, good will to men,
Christ is born in Bethlehem."

4 Angels now their chorus sing,
While the heavenly arches ring
To the seraphs' glad "Amen,"
"Christ is born in Bethlehem.

5 Children, catch the wondrous sound,
Let it peal the earth around.
Till all nations, tribes, and men,
Love the "Babe of Bethlehem."