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This Little Babe So Few Days Old

Publication Date: 1996Author: R. Southwell, c. 1561-96Hymnal: Evangelical Lutheran Hymnary #162Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8Hymnal Title: Evangelical Lutheran HymnaryFirst Line: This little Babe so few days oldLyrics: 1 This little Babe so few days old Is come to rifle Satan's fold; All hell doth at His presence quake, Though He Himself for cold doth shake; For in this weak unarmed wise The gates of hell He will surprise. 2 With tears He fights and wins the field, His tiny 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 warrior's steed. 3 His camp is builded in a stall, His bulwark but a broken wall, The crib His trench, haystalks His stakes, Of shepherds He His army makes; And thus, as sure His foe to wound, The angels' trumps the charge now sound. 4 My soul with Christ join thou in fight; Stick to His tents, the place of might. Within His crib is surest ward; This little Babe will be thy Guard. If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy, Then flit not from this heav'nly Boy! Topics: God's Protection; Christmas 2Languages: English
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This Little Babe So Few Days Old

Publication Date: 1969Author: Robert Southwell, 1561-95Hymnal: Worship Supplement #717Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8Hymnal Title: Worship SupplementFirst Line: This little Babe so few days oldLyrics: 1 This little Babe so few days old Is come to rifle Satan's fold; All hell doth at his presence quake, Though he himself for cold do shake; For in this weak unarmed wise The gates of hell he will surprise. 2 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 warrior's steed. 3 His camp is pitchèd 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. 4 My soul, with Christ join thou in fight; Stick to His tents that he hath pight.* Within his crib is surest ward; This little Babe will be thy Guard. If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy, Then flit not from this heavenly Boy. * pight=pitched, set upTopics: The Christian Year ChristmastideTune Title: DAS NEUGEBORNE KINDELEIN




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