Andrew Peterson - Gather round ye children come

Gather r^Gound, ye children, ^Ccome; listen ^Gto the old, old s^Ctory Of the p^Gower of death ^Dundone By an i^Gnfant born of gl^Cory Son of ^DGod, son of ^CMan

Gather ^Ground, remember ^Dnow How cre^Gation held its ^Dbreath How it ^Glet out a ^Csigh and filled up the ^Gsky with the ^Dangels ^C Son of ^DGod, Son of^C Man

So ^Gsing out with joy for the ^Cbrave little boy Who was ^EmGod, but he made hims^Delf nothing Well he ^Ggave up his pride And he ^Ccame here to die like a ^Dman.

Therefore ^GGod exalted ^DHim To the ^Gplace of highest ^Cpraises And He ^Ggave Him a name above ^Devery name That at the ^Gvery name of ^CJesus, Son of ^DGod

We would ^Gsing out with joy for the ^Cbrave little boy Who was ^EmGod, but He made Hims^Delf nothing Well, He ^Ggave up His pride and He ^Ccame here to die Like a ^Dman

So in ^Gheaven and earth and be^Clow Every ^Gknee would bow in ^Cworship Every ^Gtongue would proc^Claim, "Jesus, He ^Greigns with the ^Dangels!"

So s^Ging out with joy for the ^Cbrave little boy Who was ^EmGod, but he made hims^Delf nothing Well he ^Ggave up his pride And he ^Ccame here to die like a ^Dman.

Gather ^Ground, ye children, ^Ccome; listen ^Gto the old, old ^Cstory Of the ^Gpower of death ^Dundone By an ^Ginfant born of ^Cglory Son of ^DGod, son of ^CMan ^G