Gather round ye children come
Listen to the old, old story
Of the power of death undone
By an infant born of glory
Son of God, Son of Man
Gather 'round, remember now
How creation held its breath
How it let out a sigh
And it filled up the sky with the angels
Son of God, Son of Man
So, sing out with joy for the brave little boy
Who was God, but He made Himself nothin'
Well, He gave up His pride
And He came here to die like a man
Therefore, God exalted Him
To the place of highest praises
And He gave Him a name above every name
That at the very name of Jesus, Son of God
We would sing out with joy for the brave little boy
Who was God, but He made Himself nothin'
Well, He gave up His pride
And He came here to die like a man
So, in heav'n and earth and below
Every knee would bow in worship
Ev'ry tongue would proclaim
Jesus, He reigns with the angels
So, sing out with joy for the brave little boy
Who was God, but He made Himself nothin'
'Cause he gave up His pride
And He came here to die like a man
So, gather round ye children come
Listen to the old, old story
Of the power of death undone
By an infant born of glory
Son of God, Son of Man
