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<poem> | |||
In that poor stable | |||
how charming Jesus lies, | |||
words are not able | |||
to fathom his emprise! | |||
No palace of a king | |||
can show so rare a thing | |||
in history or fable | |||
As that of which we sing | |||
In that poor stable. | |||
See here God's power | |||
In weakness fortifies | |||
This infant hour | |||
of Love's epiphanies! | |||
Our foe is now despoiled, | |||
The wiles of hell are foiled; | |||
On earth there grows a flower | |||
pure, undefiled, unsoiled - | |||
See here God's power! | |||
Though far from knowing | |||
the babe's divinity, | |||
mine eyes are growing | |||
to see his majesty; | |||
For lo! the new born child | |||
upon me sweetly smiled, | |||
the gift of faith bestowing; | |||
thus I my Lord descry | |||
Though far from knowing | |||
No more affliction! | |||
For God endures our pains; | |||
in crucifixion | |||
the Son victorious reigns. | |||
For us the sufferer brings | |||
salvation in his wings; | |||
to win our souls affection | |||
could he, the King of kings, | |||
know our affliction? | |||
</poem> | |||
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CPDL #18465:
- Editor: Rod Mather (submitted 2008-12-29). Copyright: Public Domain
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General Information
Title: In this poor stable
Composer: Charles Gounod, based on a traditional French melody
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Carol
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description: This arrangement is sometimes refered to as "Gounod's Bethlehem"
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Original text and translations
English text
In that poor stable
how charming Jesus lies,
words are not able
to fathom his emprise!
No palace of a king
can show so rare a thing
in history or fable
As that of which we sing
In that poor stable.
See here God's power
In weakness fortifies
This infant hour
of Love's epiphanies!
Our foe is now despoiled,
The wiles of hell are foiled;
On earth there grows a flower
pure, undefiled, unsoiled -
See here God's power!
Though far from knowing
the babe's divinity,
mine eyes are growing
to see his majesty;
For lo! the new born child
upon me sweetly smiled,
the gift of faith bestowing;
thus I my Lord descry
Though far from knowing
No more affliction!
For God endures our pains;
in crucifixion
the Son victorious reigns.
For us the sufferer brings
salvation in his wings;
to win our souls affection
could he, the King of kings,
know our affliction?