Come, Ye Lofty (EN 2442)

EN 2442 Come, Ye Lofty

Isa.60.3

Versi Version 1

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Come, ye lofty, come, ye lowly,

Let your songs of gladness ring;

In a stable lies the Holy,

In a manger rests the King:

See in Mary’s arms reposing

Christ by highest Heav’n adored:

Come, your circle round Him closing,

Pious hearts that love the Lord.

2

Come ye poor, no pomp of station

Robes the Child your hearts adore;

He, the Lord of all salvation,

Shares your want, is weak and poor:

Oxen, round about behold them;

Rafters naked, cold, and bare,

See the shepherds, God has told them

That the Prince of Life lies there.

3

Come, ye children, blithe and merry,

This one Child your model make;

Christmas holly, leaf, and berry,

All be prized for His dear sake:

Come ye gentle hearts and tender,

Come ye spirits keen and bold;

All in all your homage render,

Weak and mighty, young and old.

4

High above a star is shining,

And the wise men haste from far:

Come, glad hearts, and spirits pining—

For you all has ris’n the star.

Let us bring our poor oblations,

Thanks and love, and faith and praise;

Come, ye people, come, ye nations,

All in all draw nigh to gaze.

5

Hark the Heav’n of heav’ns is ringing:

Christ the Lord to man is born!

Are not all our hearts, too, singing,

Welcome, welcome, Christmas morn?

Still the Child, all power possessing,

Smiles as through the ages past;

And the song of Christmas blessing

Sweetly sinks to rest at last.

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