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<h2>ONCE IN ROYAL DAVID&#8217;S CITY</h2>
<p align="center"><h3>&#8220;She gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped Him in cloths and placed Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.&#8221; Luke 2:6-7</h3></p>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_a_l_alexander_cf.jpg" align="right" alt="Cecil Frances Humphreys Alexander (1818-1895)" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="107.333333333333" height="132.666666666667"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_a_l_alexander_cfh.html" target="_blank">Cecil Frances Humphreys Alexander</a>, <em>Hymns for Little Children</em>, 1848.</p>
<p><em>Music:</em> &#8220;Irby,&#8221; <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_g_a_gauntlett_hj.html" target="_blank">Henry John Gauntlett</a>, 1849 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_i_irby.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</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>Once in royal David&#8217;s city<br>
Stood a lowly cattle shed,<br>
Where a mother laid her Baby<br>
In a manger for His bed:<br>
Mary was that mother mild,<br>
Jesus Christ her little Child.</p>
<p>He came down to earth from heaven,<br>
Who is God and Lord of all,<br>
And His shelter was a stable,<br>
And His cradle was a stall;<br>
With the poor, and mean, and lowly,<br>
Lived on earth our Savior holy.</p>
<p>And through all His wondrous childhood<br>
He would honor and obey,<br>
Love and watch the lowly maiden,<br>
In whose gentle arms He lay:<br>
Christian children all must be<br>
Mild, obedient, good as He.</p>
<p>Jesus is our childhood&#8217;s pattern;<br>
Day by day, like us He grew;<br>
He was little, weak and helpless,<br>
Tears and smiles like us He knew;<br>
And He feeleth for our sadness,<br>
And He shareth in our gladness.</p>
<p>And our eyes at last shall see Him,<br>
Through His own redeeming love;<br>
For that Child so dear and gentle<br>
Is our Lord in heaven above,<br>
And He leads His children on<br>
To the place where He is gone.</p>
<p>Not in that poor lowly stable,<br>
With the oxen standing by,<br>
We shall see Him; but in heaven,<br>
Set at God&#8217;s right hand on high;<br>
Where like stars His children crowned<br>
All in white shall wait around.</p>
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