paroles de chanson Child of the Stables Secret Birth - RSVP Voices feat. David Hill
Child
of
the
stable's
secret
birth,
The
Lord
by
right
of
the
lords
of
earth,
Let
angels
sing
of
a
King
newborn,
The
world
is
weaving
a
crown
of
thorn:
A
crown
of
thorn
for
that
infant
head
Cradled
soft
in
the
manger
bed.
Eyes
that
shine
in
the
lantern's
ray;
A
face
so
small
in
its
nest
of
hay,
Face
of
a
child
who
is
born
to
scan
The
world
he
made
through
the
eyes
of
man:
And
from
that
face
in
the
final
day
Earth
and
heaven
shall
flee
away.
Voice
that
rang
through
the
courts
on
high,
Contracted
now
to
a
wordless
cry,
A
voice
to
master
the
wind
and
wave,
The
human
heart
and
the
hungry
grave:
The
voice
of
God
through
the
cedar
trees
Rolling
forth
as
the
sound
of
seas.
Infant
hands
in
a
mother's
hand,
For
none
but
Mary
may
understand
Whose
are
the
hands
and
the
fingers
curled
But
his
who
fashioned
and
made
the
world;
And
through
these
hands
in
the
hour
of
death
Nails
shall
strike
to
the
wood
beneath.
Child
of
the
stable's
secret
birth,
The
Father's
gift
to
a
wayward
earth,
To
drain
the
cup
in
a
few
short
years
Of
all
our
sorrows,
our
sins,
and
tears--
Ours
the
prize
for
the
road
he
trod:
Risen
with
Christ;
at
peace
with
God.
1 In the Bleak Mid-Winter
2 Ding Dong, Merrily on High
3 Child of the Stables Secret Birth
4 Balulalow
5 Wexford Carol
6 There Is No Rose
7 In Wintertime
8 Lullay, My Liking
9 I Saw Three Ships
10 A Spotless Rose
11 Lute-Book Lullaby
12 T'was in the Winter Cold
13 Hodie Christus Natus Est
14 The Burning Babe
15 Xicochi
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