We come in child­hood’s joy­ful­ness,
[orig­in­al­ly, We come in child­hood’s in­no­cence]
We come as child­ren free!
We of­fer up, O God! our hearts,
In trust­ing love to Thee.
Well may we bend in so­lemn joy
At Thy bright courts above:
Well may the grate­ful child re­joice
In such a Fa­ther’s love.

We come not as the migh­ty come:
Not as the proud we bow;
But as the pure in heart should bend,
Seek we thine al­tars now.
Forbid them not, the Sav­ior cried,
But let them come to Me;
O Sav­ior dear, we hear Thy call,
We come, we come to Thee.

To Thee, Thou Lord of life and light,
Amid the an­gel throng,
We bend the knee, we lift the heart,
And swell the ho­ly song.
How blest the child­ren of the Lord,
Who wait around His throne,
How sweet to tread the path that leads
To yon­der hea­ven­ly home.