Come, let us sing of those sweet babes

1 Come let us sing of those sweet babes,
Whom Herod murdered long ago,
When all thro' Ramah's coast was heard
A sound of bitter woe
A sound of bitter woe.

2 They tore them from the cradle bed,
They tore them from their mother's breast;
But since they died for Jesu's sake,
We call those babies blest
We call those babies blest.

3 They might have grown up wicked men,
That heeded not God's holy word;
They might have joined their cruel cry
Who crucified the Lord
Who crucified the Lord.

4 But early called, they gave their lives
For Him, who fleeing through the wild,
Yet had a part in all their pangs,
And loved each martyr child
And loved each martyr child.

5 Safe from beneath the murderer's knife
They passed to His eternal rest:
And since they died for Jesu's sake,
We call those babies blest
We call those babies blest.

AMEN.

Source: Voices of Praise: for school and church and home #102