1. 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.
2. With songs we hasten You to greet
And kiss the dust before Your feet;
O blessed hour, O sweetest night,
That gave You birth, our soul's delight.
3. Oh, draw us wholly to you, Lord
and to us all your grace accord;
True faith and love to us impart,
that we may hold you in our heart.
4. 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.
Text: Hans A. Birrsan, 1694-1764; \‘1'. Han-let R. K. Spacth, 18-15-1925, alt. HER KOM'M1:R DIN): ARME SMEI:-:1
Tune: Johann A. P. Schulz, 1747-1800