ฟังเพลงThis Little Babe

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