Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # Behold A Simple Tender Babe 1. Behold a silly tender babe, In freezing winter night, In homely manger trembling lies: Alas! A piteous sight. The inns are full; no man will yield This little Pilgrim bed; But forced He is with silly beasts In crib to shroud his head. 2. Despise Him not for lying there; First what He is inquire: And orient pearl is often found In depth of dirty mire. Weigh not His crib, His wooden dish, Nor beasts that by Him feed; Weigh not His Mother's poor attire, Nor Joseph's simple weed. 3. This stable is a Prince's Court, The crib His chair of state, The beasts are parcel on His pomp, The wooden dish His plate; The persons in that poor attire His royal liveries wear; The Prince Himself is come from heaven, This pomp is prized there. 4. With joy approach, O Christian soul, Do homage to thy King; And highly praise His humble pomp, Which He from heaven doth bring.' Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #