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The Author both of life and light; | The Author both of life and light; | ||
The Angels so did sound it, | The Angels so did sound it, | ||
And like the ravish'd shepherds | And like the ravish'd shepherds said, | ||
Who saw the light and were afraid, | Who saw the light and were afraid, | ||
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To make us heirs of glory! | To make us heirs of glory! | ||
To see this Babe, all innocence, | To see this Babe, all innocence, | ||
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- CPDL #04909:
- Editor: Clifford Boyd (submitted 2003-02-21). Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: GIF format, low print resolution
General Information
Title: I sing the birth
Composer: Clifford Boyd
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Anthem
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: composer
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
1. I Sing the birth, was born today,
The Author both of life and light;
The Angels so did sound it,
And like the ravish'd shepherds said,
Who saw the light and were afraid,
Yet searched, and true they found it.
2.The Son of God, th'Eternal King,
That did us all salvation bring,
And freed our souls from danger;
He whom the whole world could not take,
The Word, which heav'n and earth did make,
Was now laid in a manger.
3.The Father's wisdom willed it so,
The Son's obedience knew no “No”,
Both wills were in one stature:
And as that wisdom had decreed,
The Word was now made Flesh indeed,
And took on him our nature.
4.What comfort by him do we win,
Who made himself the price of sin,
To make us heirs of glory!
To see this Babe, all innocence,
A martyr born in our defence:
Can man forget this story?