1. To us is born a little Child
Of Mary, maiden mother mild:
Whom Angels laud with service sweet,
Let us His own poor servants greet.
[Refrain]
And therefore Father, Son, adore,
With Holy Ghost, forevermore.
2. Our king of Glory, Him have we,
The Lion-lord of victory:
The Father's sole-begotten Son
Light'ning the ages as they run. [Refrain]
3. That dear, through Him, to God we be,
From death deliver'd and set free:
Our death-wounds heal'd by His, despite
That dark old Dragon's deadly bite. [Refrain]
4. Now, masters all, full sweetly sing
Osanna to our Baby-king;
That hath but manger for His bed,
And straw whereon to lay His head. [Refrain]
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1. To us is born a little Child
Of Mary, maiden mother mild:
Whom Angels laud with service sweet,
Let us His own poor servants greet.
[Refrain]
And therefore Father, Son, adore,
With Holy Ghost, forevermore.
2. Our king of Glory, Him have we,
The Lion-lord of victory:
The Father's sole-begotten Son
Light'ning the ages as they run. [Refrain]
3. That dear, through Him, to God we be,
From death deliver'd and set free:
Our death-wounds heal'd by His, despite
That dark old Dragon's deadly bite. [Refrain]
4. Now, masters all, full sweetly sing
Osanna to our Baby-king;
That hath but manger for His bed,
And straw whereon to lay His head. [Refrain]
Of Mary, maiden mother mild:
Whom Angels laud with service sweet,
Let us His own poor servants greet.
[Refrain]
And therefore Father, Son, adore,
With Holy Ghost, forevermore.
2. Our king of Glory, Him have we,
The Lion-lord of victory:
The Father's sole-begotten Son
Light'ning the ages as they run. [Refrain]
3. That dear, through Him, to God we be,
From death deliver'd and set free:
Our death-wounds heal'd by His, despite
That dark old Dragon's deadly bite. [Refrain]
4. Now, masters all, full sweetly sing
Osanna to our Baby-king;
That hath but manger for His bed,
And straw whereon to lay His head. [Refrain]