Thy lit­tle ones, dear Lord, are we,
And come Thy low­ly bed to see;
Enlighten ev­ery soul and mind,
That we the way to Thee may find.

With songs we hast­en Thee to greet,
And kiss the dust be­fore Thy feet;
O bless­èd hour, O sweet­est night,
That gave Thee birth, our soul’s de­light.

O draw us whol­ly to Thee, Lord,
Do Thou to us Thy grace ac­cord,
True faith and love to us im­part,
That we may hold Thee in our heart.

Until at last we too pro­claim
With all Thy saints, Thy glo­ri­ous name;
In pa­ra­dise our songs re­new,
And praise Thee as the an­gels do.