Come with us, sweet flow'rs, and worship Christ the Lord; Let your perfumes hover round the Babe adored. 1 Modest violet, hiding in the grassy shade, Thou canst say how humble he for us is made. Come with us, sweet flow'rs, and worship Christ the Lord; Let your perfumes hover round the Babe adored. 2 Lily fair, low bending in the sun's warm light, Thou dost tell that he is pure as thou art white. Come with us, sweet flow'rs, and worship Christ the Lord; Let your perfumes hover round the Babe adored. 3 As thou, pansy, shinest forth in bright array, So doth he his majesty to man display. Come with us, sweet flow'rs, and worship Christ the Lord; Let your perfumes hover round the Babe adored. 4 As thou, rose, wide op'ning dost thy scent impart, So his love expanding, draws each sinful heart. Come with us, sweet flow'rs, and worship Christ the Lord; Let your perfumes hover round the Babe adored.