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Come to your heaven, you heavenly choirs

Author: Robert Southwell Appears in 2 hymnals

HEUT' TRIUMPHIERET GOTTES SOHN

Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Appears in 13 hymnals Composer and/or Arranger: Sethus Calvesius Tune Key: f minor Incipit: 33454 32333 32321 Used With Text: New Heaven, New War (This Little Babe So Few Days Old)

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New Heaven, New War (This Little Babe So Few Days Old)

Author: Robert Southwell, circa 1561-1595 Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #14171 Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 First Line: Come to your heav’n, you heavenly choirs Lyrics: 1 Come to your heav’n, you heavenly choirs, Earth hath the heaven of your desires. Remove your dwelling to your God; A stall is now His best abode. Since men their homage do deny, Come, angels, all their fault supply. 2 His chilling cold doth heat require; Come, seraphim, in lieu of fire. This little ark no cover hath; Let cherubs’ wings His body swathe. Come, Raphael, this Babe must eat; Provide our little Savior meat. 3 Let Gabriel be now His groom, That first took up His earthly room. Let Michael stand in His defense, Whom love hath linked to feeble sense. Let Graces rock when He doth cry, And angels sing His lullaby. 4 The same you saw in heav’nly seat Is He that now sucks Mary’s teat; Now see your king a mortal wight, His borrowed weed deceives your sight. Come, kiss the manger where He lies, That is your bliss above the skies. 5 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 unarmèd wise The gates of hell He will surprise. 6 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. 7 His camp is pitchèd in a stall, His bulwark but a broken wall, The crib His trench, hay stalks His stakes, Of shepherds He His army makes; And thus, as sure His foe to wound, The angels’ trumps the charge now sound. 8 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! Languages: English Tune Title: HEUT' TRIUMPHIERET GOTTES SOHN

Come to your heaven, you heavenly choirs

Author: Robert Southwell Hymnal: Hymns and Hymn Tunes in the English Metrical Psalters #d131 (1966) Languages: English

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Robert Southwell

1561 - 1595 Person Name: Robert Southwell, circa 1561-1595 Author of "New Heaven, New War (This Little Babe So Few Days Old)" in The Cyber Hymnal Southwell, Robert, was b. at Horsham St. Faith, Norfolk, about 1561, educated at Paris and at Rome, and entered the Society of Jesus at Rome, Oct. 17, 1578. He spent part of his noviciate at Tournai in Belgium, but returned to Rome and completed his studies there. After being ordained priest in 1584, he returned to England in 1586. He was arrested in 1592 on the charge of high treason, committed to the Tower of London, formally tried at Westminster, Feb. 21, 1594-5, and executed the next day at Tyburn. His Poetical Works were collected in 1856 by W. B. Turnbull, and re-edited in 1872 more completely and more carefully by Dr. A. B. Grosart, from the Add. manuscript 10422 in the British Museum, from a manuscript, perhaps autograph, at Stonyhurst College, Lanes., and from the printed editions of the individual works. One of his carols is noted at p. 210, ii., one of his translations at p. 663, ii., three additional are in the Arundel Hymns, 1902. They are all in Grosart's edition and are here cited as they are found in the Add. 10422, the spelling being preserved:— 1. As I in hoarie winters nyght. [Christmas]. At f. 10 b. This is the admirable poem entitled "The Burning Babe." 2. Behoulde a seelie tender Babe. [Christmas.] At f. 11. See p. 210, ii. 3. In Paschall fest, ye ende of auntient rite. [Holy Communion.] At f. 17 b. 4. Let folly prayse that phaney loues. [Christmas.] At f. 9. The Arundel reads "what fancy loves." 5. Prayse, 0 Syon, prayse, prayse thy Saviour. At f. 16. From the "Lauda Sion," p. 663, ii. See also notices in the Month for Oct. 1894, and Feb. and March 1895, and in the Dublin Review, Oct. 1903. [Rev. James Mearns, M.A.] --John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, New Supplement (1907)