[ Featuring Voce ]
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.
