We come with song re­joic­ing
And grate­ful prais­es bring
To Je­sus our Redeem­er;
He is the King of kings.
We view Him in a man­ger,
Asleep up­on the hay,
When shep­herds came to wor­ship,
That first bright Christ­mas day.

Angelic choirs from Hea­ven
Proclaimed the news to them,
Sang glo­ry in the high­est,
Peace and good­will to­ward men;
In Da­vid’s town, they told them,
The place of God’s de­sign,
They’d find the new­born Sav­ior,
With swad­dling clothes the sign.

With haste they made the jour­ney
To near­by Beth­le­hem,
To see the things the an­gels
Had made known un­to them;
There they found Jo­seph, Ma­ry,
And in a man­ger lay
The pro­mised Child named Je­sus,
O what a joy­ful day!

The shep­herds were the first ones
To pub­lish it abroad,
The tid­ings of sal­va­tion,
Through Je­sus Christ our Lord;
The an­cient, time­less mes­sage,
The Church’s glad re­frain:
By faith in Christ our Sav­ior,
Eternal life we gain.