She brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped Him in swaddling clothes, and laid Him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.@Luke 2:7

Ger­ard Moul­trie (1829–1885), in Ca­rols Old and Ca­rols New, by Charles L. Hut­chins (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts: Par­ish Choir, 1916), num­ber 683.

Me­lo­dy by Benn W. J. Tre­vald­wyn (1829–1905). Har­mo­ny by T. Wors­ley Sta­ni­forth (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Gerard Moultrie (1829–1885)

I’ll tell you a tale of the olden time,
While the yule log burns bright,
And the church bells chime.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
There sat a fair princess
In joy on her throne,
And there in her arms
Her Infant was shown:
Gloria in excelsis,
Gloria in excelsis
Gloria in excelsis Deo.

The beasts of the meadows
Bowed down their head
All under the moonlight
So softly shed.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
They worshipped the King
Of Creation there
In the arms of the mother
So passing fair.
Gloria in excelsis,
Gloria in excelsis
Gloria in excelsis Deo.

O who are these masters
Of ancient mould?
O these are the shepherds,
The lords of the fold;
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
They have heard from the sky
Of the birth of their king,
They have heard all the sky
With the harmony ring.
Gloria in excelsis,
Gloria in excelsis
Gloria in excelsis Deo.

The kings of the east
In number three,
All worship the Monarch
Of high degree;
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Their tribute they offer,
Their heads they bow,
And clearer and clearer
Is echoing now,
Gloria in excelsis,
Gloria in excelsis
Gloria in excelsis Deo.

For all the zenith
Is blazing with light,
And musical voices
Enrapture the night:
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
O this is the carol
Of peace and goodwill
From the voices celestial,
The zenith that fill;
Gloria in excelsis,
Gloria in excelsis
Gloria in excelsis Deo.