| Song | Come Ye Lofty |
| Album | Best Christmas Hymns |
| Genre | Praise & Worship |
| Writer(s) | Archer Thompson Gurney |
| Publisher / Copyrights | 2010 Van Ness Press, Inc. |
| Key | |
| Tags | Come Ye Lofty, Come Ye Lowly |
| Theme(s) | Adoration, Praise, Singing |
| Scripture Reference(s) | Matthew 2:10-11 |
| CCLI Song No | 5773451 |
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.
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.
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.
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.
