CHILDREN, let us talk of JESUS,
Let us hear His words of grace;
Let us note His works of wonder,
And His footsteps let us trace.
See Him, then, in Bethleh'm's manger
By His gentle mother laid;
Him who was from everlasting,
And by whom all things were made.
See Him there, an infant holy,
Who was God, to us come near;
Who was Christ the Lord, our Savior.
JESUS, name forever dear.
Room for Jesus and His mother,
Bethleh'm's inn could not provide.
He was born, though King of Glory,
In that lowly place outside.
Not the great and mighty princes,
Not the noble of the earth,
Nor the leaders of the people,
Came to celebrate His birth.
Not a grand salute; no cheering;
Not a trumpet-sound was heard.
Not the children's voices even—
Yet, the very Heav'us were stirr'd!
SEE those watchful shepherds keeping
Guard about their flocks by night,
Lest a prowling wolf should harm them,
Or some danger them affright.
Who is this who comes upon them,
Comes to them so very near,
Clothed in majesty and glory,
Filling them with startled fear?
Children, 'tis an Angel mighty,
Come to bring those shepherds word
Of the birth in David's city,
Of our Savior—Christ the Lord!
To those trembling watchers hear him,
Hear that heav'n-sent angel say—
"Fear not, for I bring glad tidings,
Which shall be to all this day."
Hearken still, dear children, hearken,
Multitudes in praise unite"—
Unto God alone be glory,
"Glory in the highest height."
"Unto God be highest glory,
"Peace on earth, good will to man."
Hearken, children, to those voices;
There our Savior's praise began.
How we love to think of Jesus,
Never tired of doing good,
Healing every kind of illness;
To the hungry giving food.
Love to see Him cleanse the leper,
To the blind his sight restore;
Raise the dead, and to that mother
Give her back her son once more.
Then to see Him take the children
In His loving arms and say—"
Such as these shall fill God's kingdom
"Send them not from Me away."
Now I ask you, can you tell me
Why the world is full of tears;
Why there's death, and woe, and trouble
Everywhere through all the years
You may answer quite correctly,
"SIN is here, and that is why."
Yes, and that is why, dear children,
Jesus for us came to die!
Came from heav'n, His home of glory,
He, so good, and kind, and true.
Came to bear our sins and sorrows,
Came to die for me and you.
NOTHING but the blood of Jesus,
Who Himself a ransom gave;
And His glorious resurrection,
Could our souls forever save.
So, in love to us, dear children,
Love eternal, love divine, Jesus
gave HIMSELF to save us,
And to win your love and mine.
JESUS, mighty GOD, our Savior,
Shall we not Thy glories sing;
Shall we not our sweetest praises,
Unto Thee with gladness bring?
CHILDREN, Jesus soon is coming!
O! that happy day is near,
When HIS OWN shall see His glory,
And HIS OWN His voice will hear.
Children who belong to Jesus,
Then will meet Him in the air.
Then to be forever with Him,
And HIS LOVE forever share!
Children, while we wait for Jesus,
Let us watch, and let us pray,
So that all our lives may please Him,
All we DO, and all we SAY.
W. L.