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Behold a simple tender Babe,<br> | |||
In freezing winter night.<br> | |||
I lowly manger trembling lies,<br> | |||
Alas! a piteous sight.<br> | |||
The inns are full; no man would yield<br> | |||
This little pilgrim bed.<br> | |||
But forced is He with silly beasts,<br> | |||
In crib to shroud His head. | |||
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Weigh not His crib, His wooden dish<br> | |||
Nor beasts that round Him press.<br> | |||
Weigh not His Mother's poor attire,<br> | |||
Nor Joseph's simple dress,<br> | |||
This stable is a prince's court,<br> | |||
His crib a chair of state.<br> | |||
The beasts are parcel of His pomp,<br> | |||
The wooden dish, His plate. | |||
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The persons in that poor attire<br> | |||
His royal liveries wear;<br> | |||
The Prince himself is come from Heaven,<br> | |||
His pomp is prized there,<br> | |||
With joy approach, O Christian soul<br> | |||
Do homage to thy King.<br> | |||
And highly prize His humble pomp,<br> | |||
Which He from heaven doth bring<br> | |||
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Title: Behold a Simple Tender Babe
Composer: J.E. Mills
Arranger: John Murphy
Number of voices: 4 Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymns
Language: English
Published: 1948
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Original text and translations
Behold a simple tender Babe,
In freezing winter night.
I lowly manger trembling lies,
Alas! a piteous sight.
The inns are full; no man would yield
This little pilgrim bed.
But forced is He with silly beasts,
In crib to shroud His head.
Weigh not His crib, His wooden dish
Nor beasts that round Him press.
Weigh not His Mother's poor attire,
Nor Joseph's simple dress,
This stable is a prince's court,
His crib a chair of state.
The beasts are parcel of His pomp,
The wooden dish, His plate.
The persons in that poor attire
His royal liveries wear;
The Prince himself is come from Heaven,
His pomp is prized there,
With joy approach, O Christian soul
Do homage to thy King.
And highly prize His humble pomp,
Which He from heaven doth bring