Christ My Song - 912
Come, ye lofty! come, ye lowly!
(Archer Gurney/Johannes Thomas Rüegg)
Come, ye lofty! come, ye lowly!
1. Come, ye lofty! come, ye lowly!
let your songs of gladness ring!
In a stable lies the Holy,
in a manger rests the King:
see, in Mary's arms reposing,
Christ by highest heaven adored:
come! your circle round him closing,
pious hearts that love the Lord. PDF - Midi
2. Come, ye poor! no pomp of station
robes the Child your hearts adore:
he, the Lord of all salvation,
shares your want, is weak and poor:
oxen round about behold them,
rafters naked, cold, and bare:
see, the shepherds! God has told them
that the Prince of Life lies there.
3. Come, ye children, blithe and merry!
this one Child your model make;
Christmas holly, leaf and berry,
all be prized for his dear sake:
come, ye gentle hearts and tender!
come, ye spirits keen and bold!
all in all your homage render,
weak and mighty, young and old.
4. High above a star is shining,
and the Wise Men haste from far:
come, glad hearts, and spirits pining!
for you all has risen the Star.
Let us bring our poor oblations,
thanks and love and faith and praise:
come, ye people! come, ye nations!
all in all draw nigh to gaze.
5. Hark, the heaven of heavens is ringing:
Christ the Lord to man is born:
are not all our hearts, too, singing,
Welcome, welcome, Christmas morn?
Still the Child, all power possessing,
smiles as through the ages past;
and the song of Christmas-blessing
sweetly sinks to rest at last.
Archer Gurney, in: Schaff, Philip: Christ in Song, 1870, 63-64.