Come tell me, Joseph, what here to you see: and infant sleeping on Mary's knee, the gift of heaven, new life begun, the form and features of Mary's son. Come tell me, Mary, what Child you hold: a Child of promise, so long foretold, a Child of sorrow, a Child of joy, a Child of wonder, my baby boy. Gabriel, tell me, what could we hear? Voices of angels in chorus clear, to wake with glory the starry sky, a sound of singing to God Most High. Come tell me, shepherds, what sight was there? a new-born baby, a stable bare, an ox's manger, a cattle-stall, the Lamb long-promised to save us all. Come tell me, Magi, your wisdom's quest: his star we followed from east to west, and knelt to worship with one accord an infant monarch, creation's Lord. O Jesus, tell me what made you come to seek for sinners and bring them home? In love to ransom a world forlorn our Lord and Savior a Child was born.