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New Prince, New Pomp

Author: Robert Southwell, ca. 1561-1595 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8389 First Line: Behold a simple, tender Babe Lyrics: 1 Behold a simple, tender Babe, In freezing winter night, In homely manger trembling lies, Alas! a piteous sight. The inns are full; no man will yield This little Pilgrim bed; But forced is He with senseless beasts In crib to shroud His head. 2 Despise Him not for lying here, First what He is inquire; An orient pearl is often found In depth of dirty mire. Weigh not His crib, His wooden dish, Nor beasts that by Him press Weigh not His mother’s poor attire, Nor Joseph’s simple dress. 3 This stable is a Prince’s court, The crib His chair of state; The beasts attendants on His pomp, The wooden dish His plate. The persons in that poor attire His royal liveries wear; The Prince Himself is come from Heav’n, This pomp is prizèd there. 4 With joy approach, O Christian soul, Do homage to thy king; And highly praise His humble pomp, Which He from Heav’n doth bring. Languages: English Tune Title: [Behold a simple, tender Babe]