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==Music files==
==Music files==
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==General Information==
{{Title|''Behold a simple tender Babe''}}
{{Composer|Joseph Edmund Mills}}


==General Information==
'''Lyricist:''' [[Robert Southwell]] (c. 1561–1595)
'''Title:''' ''Behold a Simple Tender Babe''<br>
'''Composer:''' [[J.E. Mills]]<br>
'''Arranger:''' [[John Murphy]]


'''Number of voices:''' 4 '''Voicing:''' SATB<br>
{{Voicing|4|SATB}}<br>
'''Genre:''' [[:Category:Sacred music|Sacred]], [[:Category:Hymns|Hymns]]<br>
{{Genre|Sacred|Hymns}} &nbsp; {{Meter|86. 86. D (C.M.D.)}}
'''Language:''' English<br>
{{Language|English}}
'''Published: '''1948
{{Instruments|}}
{{Pub|1|1948}}


'''Description: '''
'''Description:'''  


'''External websites: '''
'''External websites:'''


==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
{{Text|English|
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.


{{NoText}}
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.}}


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Editor: John Murphy (submitted 2008-03-24).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 60 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Arranger: John Murphy

General Information

Title: Behold a simple tender Babe
Composer: Joseph Edmund Mills

Lyricist: Robert Southwell (c. 1561–1595)

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 86. 86. D (C.M.D.)

Language: English
Instruments:

First published: 1948

Description:

External websites:

Original text and translations

English.png English text

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.