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Behold a silly tender babe, | |||
in freezing winter night, | |||
in homely manger trembling lies, | |||
alas a piteous sight. | |||
The inns are full, no man will yield | |||
this little Pilgrim bed, | |||
but forced He is with silly beasts | |||
in crib to shroud His head. | |||
Despise Him not for lying there, | |||
first what He is enquire: | |||
An orient pearl is often found | |||
in depth of dirty mire. | |||
Weigh not His crib, His wooden dish, | |||
nor beasts that by Him feed: | |||
Weigh not His Mother's poor attire, | |||
nor Joseph's simple weed. | |||
This stable is a Prince's Court, | |||
the crib His 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, | |||
the pomp is prized there. | |||
With joy approach, O Christian wight, | |||
do homage to thy King; | |||
and highly praise His humble pomp, | |||
which He from heaven doth bring.}} | |||
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Revision as of 16:47, 31 December 2016
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- (Posted 2016-12-31) CPDL #42453:
- Editor: Simon Biazeck (submitted 2016-12-31). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 141 kB Copyright: CPDL
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Title: New Prince, New Pomp (A Hymn for Christmastide)
Composer: Simon Biazeck
Lyricist: Robert Southwell
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn
Language: English
Instruments: Organ
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Original text and translations
English text
Behold a silly tender babe,
in freezing winter night,
in homely manger trembling lies,
alas a piteous sight.
The inns are full, no man will yield
this little Pilgrim bed,
but forced He is with silly beasts
in crib to shroud His head.
Despise Him not for lying there,
first what He is enquire:
An orient pearl is often found
in depth of dirty mire.
Weigh not His crib, His wooden dish,
nor beasts that by Him feed:
Weigh not His Mother's poor attire,
nor Joseph's simple weed.
This stable is a Prince's Court,
the crib His 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,
the pomp is prized there.
With joy approach, O Christian wight,
do homage to thy King;
and highly praise His humble pomp,
which He from heaven doth bring.