Andrew Peterson - Gather' Round, Ye Children, Come lyrics
[Andrew Peterson - Gather' Round, Ye Children, Come lyrics]
Gather 'round, ye children, come
Listen to the old, old story
Of the pow'r of Death undone
By an infant born of glory
Son of God, Son of Man
So gather 'round, remember now
How creation held it's 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 nothing
Well, He gave up His pride and
He came here to die like a man
Therefore God exalted Him
To thе place of highest praises
And Hе 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 nothing
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
And ev'ry tongue would proclaim
That Jesus, He reigns with the angels
So sing out with joy for the brave little boy
Who was God, but He made Himself nothing
Yes, 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 pow'r of Death undone
By an infant born of glory
Son of God, Son of Man
Listen to the old, old story
Of the pow'r of Death undone
By an infant born of glory
Son of God, Son of Man
So gather 'round, remember now
How creation held it's 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 nothing
Well, He gave up His pride and
He came here to die like a man
Therefore God exalted Him
To thе place of highest praises
And Hе 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 nothing
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
And ev'ry tongue would proclaim
That Jesus, He reigns with the angels
So sing out with joy for the brave little boy
Who was God, but He made Himself nothing
Yes, 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 pow'r of Death undone
By an infant born of glory
Son of God, Son of Man