Come, ye children, praise the Saviour,
Sing His boundless power and love,
He deserves your sweetest praises,
Let them reach His throne above.
Angels praise Him there in heaven,
Joining saints to bless His name,
All its courts resound with anthems,
Setting forth His matchless fame!
Of His love they tell the story,
How He left their home on high—
How He gave up heaven’s bright glory,
And to earth came down to die.
Children, would you join their chorus,
Singing sweetly as they shine,
Bearing harps of golden luster,
Strung and tuned to strains divine?
Bring them more than ‘Hallelujahs,’
Bring your hearts, His right and due,
Say, ‘Lord, take our youthful spirits,
Seal, and make them to Thee true.’
‘Blessed Saviour, take our spirits,
Gladly at Thy call we come;
Make us heirs of grace and glory,
Raise us to Thy heavenly home!”
Then we’ll sing sweet Hallelujahs
For Thy love so kind and free,
And with angel hosts before Thee Spend a long eternity!
ML 12/13/1931