Mark Singleton and Voce - Behold a Tender Babe

Behold a tender babe, in freezing winter night,
In homely manger trembling lies:
Alas! A piteous sight!
This stable, a Prince’s court,
this crib His chair of state;
The beasts are parcel of His pomp,
the wooden dish his plate. Joy!
With joy approach, O Christian wight,
with joy, do homage to thy King;
With joy we highly praise his humble pomp,
which he from heaven doth bring.

Written by:
PAUL MEALOR, ROBERT SOUTHWELL

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