Gather' Round, Ye Children, Come - Andrew Peterson

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 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 nothing

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 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

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