Little children, Advent bids you
Meet your Lord upon His way;
Watch, for now the night is waning,
Soon will dawn the endless day.
Little children, Jesus bids you
Thy kingdom come;
Watch, and wait for His appearing,
Till He come to take you home.
Little children, He anoints you
With His spirit from above;
See then that your lamps be burning
With the fire of faith and love.
Little children, when we think not
We shall hear the awful cry,
Go ye forth to meet the Bridegroom;
Haste, for Jesus draweth nigh.
Little children, they shall meet Him,
Faithful children of the light;
They whose lamps are trimmed and burning,
And their garments pure and white.
O how blest to fall before Him,
O how blest His praise to sing.
Love Him, serve Him, and adore Him,
In the city of our king.