The Savior's Birth.

COME brethr'n, and neighbors, and all who desire, Come all who the Savior do greatly admire, Rejoice at the birth of your heav'n-born King, Who grace and salvation to sinners doth bring.

Poor Bethlehem's treasures are treasures indeed, Great cities of value can not it succeed; From age unto age, we its fame should declare, None ever are worthy with it to compare.

Go find Him ye sinners in that humble place, The "sure word of prophecy" points to His face; We'll own him as Prophet, as Priest and as King, While glory and honor unto Him we bring.

Go forth, mighty Savior, reveal unto man, The way of redemption—God's wonderful plan; The day of salvation to all now proclaim, While thousands and millions rejoice in Thy name.

Ye poor wand'ring wretches, come hear His sweet voice, Come make of Him ever your most blessed choice; Come sit at His feet and instruction receive, While life and salvation He freely will give.