Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # Come Let Us Sing Of Those Sweet Babes 1. Come, let us sing of those sweet babes Whom Herod murder'd long ago; When all through Ramah's coast was heard A sound of bitter woe. 2. They tore them from the cradle-bed; They tore them from their mother's breast; But, since they died for Jesus' sake, We call those children blest. 3. They might have brown up wicked men, That heeded not God's holy Word; They might have joined their cruel cry, Who crucified the Lord. 4. But, early called, they gave their lives for Him Who, fleeing through the wild, Yet had a part in all their pangs, And loved each martyr-child. 5. Safe from beneath the murderer's knife, They passed to His eternal rest; And since they died for Jesus' sake, We call those children blest. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #