Scripture Verse

She gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped Him in cloths and placed Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. Luke 2:7


Words & Mu­sic: Old Kent­ish ca­rol. Ap­peared in Christ­mas Ca­rols New and Old, by Hen­ry R. Bram­ley & John Stain­er (Lon­don: No­vel­lo, Ew­er, ci­rca 1871), num­ber 31 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Bram­ley (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

John Stainer (1840–1901)


The Babe in Beth­lem’s man­ger laid,
In hum­ble form so low,
By won­d’ring an­gels is sur­veyed,
Thro’ all His scenes of woe.


Nowell, Now­ell—
O sing a Sav­ior’s birth:
All hail His com­ing down to earth,
Who rais­es us to Heav’n.

A Sav­ior! sin­ners all around
Sing, shout the won­drous word;
Let ev­ery bo­som hail the sound,
A Sav­ior! Christ the Lord.


For not to sit on Da­vid’s throne
With world­ly pomp and joy,
He came for sin­ners to atone,
And Sa­tan to des­troy.


To preach the word of life di­vine,
To give the liv­ing bread,
To heal the sick with hand be­nign,
And raise to life the dead.


He preached, He suf­fered, bled and died,
Uplift ’twixt earth and skies;
In sin­ners’ stead was cru­ci­fied,
For sin a sac­ri­fice.


Well may we sing the Sav­ior’s birth,
Who need the grace so giv’n,
And hail His com­ing down to earth,
Who rais­es us to Heav’n.


Scene from the Life of the Virgin
Maarten de Vos (1532–1603)