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Dost Thou in a Manger Lie?

Author: Jean Mauburn; Elizabeth R. Charles Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #1256 First Line: Dost Thou in a manger lie, who hast all created Lyrics: 1. Dost Thou in a manger lie, who hast all created, Stretching infant hands on high, Savior, long awaited? If a monarch, where Thy state? Where Thy court on Thee to wait? Royal purple where? Here no regal pomp we see; Naught but need and penury; why thus cradled here? 2. Pitying love for fallen man brought Me down thus low… For a race deep lost in sin, came I into woe… By this lowly birth of Mine, sinner riches shall be thine, Matchless gifts and free; willingly this yoke I take, And this sacrifice I make, heaping joys for thee. 3. Fervent praise would I to Thee evermore be raising; For Thy wondrous love to me Thee be ever praising. Glory, glory be forever unto that most bounteous Giver, And that loving Lord! Better witness to Thy worth, Purer praise than ours on earth, angels’ songs afford. Languages: English Tune Title: MAUBURN

Dost Thou in a Manger Lie

Author: John Mauburn Hymnal: The Friends' Hymnal, a Collection of Hymns and Tunes for the Public Worship of the Society #a712 (1908) Languages: English Tune Title: MAUBURN

Dost Thou in a Manger Lie?

Author: John Mauburn Hymnal: Gloria Deo #712 (1901) Meter: Irregular First Line: Dost Thou in a manger lie Topics: Christmas Languages: English Tune Title: MAUBURN

Dost thou in a manger lie

Author: Jean Mauburn, 1460-1503; Elizabeth Rundle Charles, 1828-1896 Hymnal: Common Praise #50 (2000) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.7.4.7.7.5 Lyrics: 1 Dost thou in a manger lie, who hast all created, stretching infant hands on high, Saviour, long awaited? If a monarch, where thy state, where thy court on thee to wait, scepter, crown and sphere? Here no regal pomp we see, naught but need and penury: why thus cradled here? 2 'For the world a love supreme brought me to this stable; all creation to redeem I alone am able. By this lowly birth of mine, sinner, riches shall be thine, matchless gifts and free; willingly this yoke I take, and this sacrifice I make, heaping joys for thee.' 3 Christ we praise with voices bold, laud and honour raising; for these mercies manifold join the hosts in praising: Father, glory be to thee for the wondrous charity of thy Son, our Lord. Better witness to thy worth, purer praise than ours on earth. angels' songs afford. Topics: Christmas; Christmas II Scripture: 2 Corinthians 8:9 Languages: English Tune Title: DIES EST LÆTITIÆ

Dost thou in a manger lie

Author: Jean Mauburn, 1460-1503; Elizabeth Rundle Charles, 1828-1896 Hymnal: The Hymnal 1982 #97 (1985) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.7.5.7.7.5 Lyrics: 1. Dost thou in a manger lie, who hast all created, stretching infant hands on high, Savior, long awaited? If a monarch, where thy state? Where thy court on thee to wait? Scepter, crown, and sphere? Here no regal pomp we see, nought but need and penury: why thus cradled here? 2. "For the world a love supreme brought me to this stable; all creation to redeem I alone am able. By this lowly birth of mine, sinner, riches shall be thine, matchless gifts and free; willingly this yoke I take, and this sacrifice I make, heaping joys for thee." 3. Christ we praise with voices bold, laud and honor raising; for these mercies manifold join the hosts in praising: Father, glory be to thee for the wondrous charity of thy Son, our Lord. Better witness to thy worth, purer praise than ours on earth. angels' songs afford. Languages: English Tune Title: DIES EST LAETITIAE

Dost thou in a manger lie

Author: Jean Mauburn; Elizabeth Charles Hymnal: The Hymnal #550 (1916) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: Dost thou in a manger lie, Who hast all created, Stretching infant hands on high, Savior, long awaited? If a monarch, where thy state? Where thy court on thee to wait? Royal purple, where? Here no regal pomp we see; Naught but need and penury: Why thus cradled here? 512 Pitying love for fallen man Brought me down thus low; For a race deep lost in sin, Came I into woe. By this lowly birth of mine, Sinner, riches shall be thine, Matchless gifts and free; Willingly this yoke I take, And this sacrifice I make, Heaping joys for thee. Fervent praise would I to thee Evermore be raising; For thy wondrous love to me Thee be ever praising. Glory, glory be for ever Unto that most bounteous Giver, And that loving Lord! Better witness to thy worth, Purer praise than ours on earth, Angels' songs afford. Amen. Topics: Christmas; Carols; Sunday Schools Carols Languages: English Tune Title: MAUBURN