Come ye redeemed of the Lord; your grateful tribute bring
And celebrate with one accord the birthday of our King
Yet us with humble hearts repair (faith will point out the road)
To little Bethlehem and there adore our infant God
In swaddling bands the savior view! Let none his weakness scorn!
The feeblest heart shall hell subdue where Jesus Christ is born
No pomp adorns, no sweets perfume where Jesus Christ is laid
A stable serves him for his room; a manger is his bed
The crowded inn, like sinners' hearts (oh ignorance extreme)
For other guests, of various sorts, had room, but none for him
But see what different thoughts arise in our and angels' breasts
To hail his birth they left the skies; we lodged him with the beasts
Yet let believers cease their fears, nor envy heavenly powers
If sinless innocence be theirs, redemption all is ours
