The Children's King Lyrics

The children's King, the children's King,
O come let us adore Him;
Our Carols bring, His praises sing,
All kneeling low before Him.

1. No courtiers greet His birth await,
Though He is King of Glory,
But through the sky the angels fly
To tell the wondrous story.

[Chorus]
The children's King, the children's King,
O come let us adore Him;
Our Carols bring, His praises sing,
All kneeling low before Him.

2. How few were they this blessed day,
Who knew Him here in meekness;
Of Mary born on Christmas morn,
In poverty and weakness. [Chorus]

3. When told His name, the shepherds came
Where that dear Babe was sleeping;
We haste with them to Bethlehem,
Our happy Christmas keeping. [Chorus]