This Little Babe 歌詞
This little Babe so few days old
Is come to rifle Satan's fold;
All hell doth at his presence quake
Though he himself for cold do shake;
For in this weak unarmèd 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 pitchèd 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
Then flit not from this heavenly Boy
This Little Babe - American Boys Choir