We Come with Songs of Praise

O Dear and blessed Jesus,
We come with songs of praise;
Our thankful hearts and voices
To Thee we gladly raise.
Though Thou art high and holy,
‘Mid angels bright above,
Yet we on earth so lowly
May reach Thee with our love.
We come, we come,
We come with songs of praise.

For Thou, in They compassion,
Didst leave Thy heavenly home,
And didst in Bethlehem’s manger 
A little child become;
Didst live a life of sorrow,
And die a death of shame,
To all who trust Thy name.
We come, we come,
We come with songs of praise.

O dear and blessed Jesus,
Accept our loving song,
As we now come to praise Thee,
A thankful happy throng.
As we recount Thy story,
We wonder and adore;
O may we sing Thy glory,
Both now and evermore.
We come, we come,
We come with songs of praise.
Julie B. Cody, 1869