https://youtube/watch?v=U_Tux6tixN0 I also have to share again this magnificent performance of This Little Babe from Brittens Ceremony of Carols. This Little Babe This little babe so few days old, is come to rifle Satans fold; All hell doth at his presence quake, though he himself for cold do shake; For in this week unarmed wise the gates of hell he will surprise. With tears he fights and wins the field, his naked breast stands for a shield. His battering shot are babish cries, his arrows looks of weeping eyes. His martial ensigns Cold and Need, and feeble flesh his warriors steed. His camp is pitched in a stall, his bulwark but a broken wall; The crib his trench, haystalks his stakes, of shepherds he his muster makes. And thus as sure his foe to wound, the angels trumps alarum sound My soul with Christ join thou in fight; stick to the tents that he hath pight. Within his crib is surest ward; this little Babe will by thy guard. If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy, then flit not from this heavenly boy!
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 15:29:29 +0000
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