In that poor stable - Bethlehem (arr Gounod) - Cantate Domino

   In that poor stable
how charming Jesus lies,
    words are not able
to fathom his emprise!
No palace of a king
can show so rare a thing
in history or fable
As that of which we sing
    In that poor stable.

    See here God’s power
In weakness fortifies
    This infant hour
of Love’s epiphanies!
Our foe is now despoiled,
The wiles of hell are foiled;
On earth there grows a flower
pure, undefiled, unsoiled -
    See here God's power!

    Though far from knowing
the babe's divinity,
    mine eyes are growing
to see his majesty;
For lo! the new born child
upon me sweetly smiled,
the gift of faith bestowing;
thus I my Lord descry
    Though far from knowing

    No more affliction!
For God endures our pains;
    in crucifixion
the Son victorious reigns.
For us the sufferer brings
salvation in his wings;
to win our souls affection
could he, the King of kings,
    know our affliction?