The Gashlers - "This Little Babe"
Channel: The Gashler Family
Date: 2016-12-23

From "A Ceremony of Carols" by Benjamin Britten, lyrics by St. Robert Southwell, remixed by the Gashlers. Lyrics:

This little babe so few days old,
is come to rifle Satan's hold;
All hell doth at his presence quake,
though he himself for cold doth shake;
For in this weak unarmed wise
the gates of hell he will surprise.

With tears he fights and wins the field,
his naked 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.

His camp is pitched in a stall,
his bulwark but a broken wall;
The crib his trench, haystalks his stakes,
of shepherds he his muster makes.
And thus as sure his foe to wound,
the angels' trumps alarum sound

My soul with Christ join thou in fight;
stick to the tents that he hath pight.
Within his crib is surest ward;
this little Babe will be thy guard.
If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy,
than flit not from this heavenly boy.