Come, Come, Come To The Manger,
Children, Come To The Children’s King;
Sing, Sing, Chorus Of Angels,
Stars Of Morning, Over Bethlehem Sing.

He Lies ‘Mid The Beasts Of The Stall,
Who Is Maker And Lord Of Us All,
The Wintry Wind Blows Cold And Deary,
See, He Weeps, The World Is Weary,
Lord, Have Pity And Mercy On Me!

Come, Come, Come To The Manger,
Children, Come To The Children’s King;
Sing, Sing, Chorus Of Angels,
Stars Of Morning, Over Bethlehem Sing.

He Leaves All His Glory Behind,
To Be Born And To Die For Mankind;
With Grateful Beasts His Cradle Chooses,
Thankless Man His Love Refuses,
Lord, Have Pity And Mercy On Me!

Come, Come, Come To The Manger,
Children, Come To The Children’s King;
Sing, Sing, Chorus Of Angels,
Stars Of Morning, Over Bethlehem Sing.

To The Manger of Bethlehem Come,
To The Savior Emmanuel’s Home;
The Heavenly Hosts Above Are Singing,
Set The Christmas Bells A-Ringing,
Lord, Have Pity And Mercy On Me!

Come, Come, Come To The Manger,
Children, Come To The Children’s King;
Sing, Sing, Chorus Of Angels,
Stars Of Morning, Over Bethlehem Sing.