Children of Je­sus,
Come lift the chant, re­sound the chord;
Once more is con­firmed all
The pro­phets’ won­drous word.
For gold and myrrh bring pur­ity,
For frank­in­cense bring char­ity,
The gifts of the soul for
The birth­day of the Lord!

Children of Je­sus,
While bells un­num­bered swing and ring,
With an­them and car­ol,
Your sup­pli­ca­tions bring,
That God all hearts may fa­shion,
For every ho­ly pas­sion,
And guide all His child­ren
To Christ, the child­ren’s king.

Tell of the wise men
Who Mary with the young Child found,
And shep­herds up­star­tled
From off the fros­ty ground;
Sing all the an­gels sang to them,
And show the Star of Beth­le­hem,
Ye child­ren of Je­sus,
The wak­ing world around.

Children of Je­sus,
Again this morn let plain and hill
Ring, Glo­ry to God, peace
On earth, to men, good will!
Hosanna in the high­est!
Let Christ­mas bring Christ nigh­est,
Hosanna! Ho­san­na!
Christ Je­sus com­eth still.