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<h2>DOST THOU IN A MANGER LIE?</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“She wrapped Him in cloths and placed Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.” Luke 2:7</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_n_o_noble_tt.jpg" alt="Thomas Tertius Noble (1867-1953)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="116.666666666667" height="143.333333333333"><em>Words:</em> Jean Mauburn, 1494; translated from Latin to English by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_h_charles_er.html" target="_blank">Elizabeth Rundle Charles</a>, 1868.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Mauburn,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_o_noble_tt.html" target="_blank">Thomas Tertius Noble</a>, 1918 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_m_mauburn.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Dost Thou in a manger lie, Who hast all created,<br>
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Stretching infant hands on high, Savior, long awaited?<br>
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If a monarch, where Thy state? Where Thy court on Thee to wait?<br>
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Royal purple where? Here no regal pomp we see;<br>
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Naught but need and penury; why thus cradled here?</p>
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<p>“Pitying love for fallen man brought Me down thus low…<br>
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For a race deep lost in sin, came I into woe…<br>
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By this lowly birth of Mine, sinner riches shall be thine,<br>
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Matchless gifts and free; willingly this yoke I take,<br>
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And this sacrifice I make, heaping joys for thee.”</p>
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<p>Fervent praise would I to Thee evermore be raising;<br>
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For Thy wondrous love to me Thee be ever praising.<br>
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Glory, glory be forever unto that most bounteous Giver,<br>
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And that loving Lord! Better witness to Thy worth,<br>
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Purer praise than ours on earth, angels’ songs afford.</p>
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