Your little ones, dear Lord, are we And come Your lowly bed to see; Enlighten ev'ry soul and mind That we the way to You may find. With songs we hasten You to greet And humbly fall before your feet. Oh, blessed hour, oh, sweetest night That gave You birth, our souls' delight. Oh, draw us wholly to You, Lord, To us Your constant grace accord; True faith and love to us impart That we may hold You in our heart. Until at last we, too, proclaim, With all Your saints, Your glorious name; In paradise our songs renew And praise You as the angels do.
