Come, let us join the hosts above,

Now in our youngest days,

Remember our Creator’s love,

And lisp our Father’s praise.

2 His majesty will not despise

The day of feeble things;

Grateful the songs of children rise,

And please the King of kings.

3 He loves to be remembered thus,

And honored for his grace;

Out of the mouth of babes likes us,

His wisdom perfects praise.

4 Glory to God, and praise, and power,

Honor and thanks be given!

Children and cherubim adore

The Lord of earth and heaven.