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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>O CHRISTMAS NIGHT!</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“[He] took upon Him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men.” Philippians 2:7</h3></p>
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<p><em>Words:</em> Henricus Selyns, 1663; translated from Dutch to English by Howard Murphy, 1865. The lyrics were originally written as a wedding song for a couple named Aegidius Luyck and Judith van Isendoorn; the origin is reflected in the omitted fifth verse:</p>
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<p>And as they bring this child before them<br>
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Luyck comes and marries Isendoorn,<br>
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Standing before this Christ-like crib;<br>
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And finds when her consent is shewn,<br>
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Flesh of his flesh, bone of his bone,<br>
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For Judith is his second rib.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Kersnacht,” Dutch traditional melody; harmonized by Van Duyse in <em>Die melodie van het Nederlandische lied</em>, 1902 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_k_kersnach.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>O Christmas night! Day’s light transcending,<br>
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Who no beginning had or end<br>
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Till He a man became, was God.<br>
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Then He Who ne’er before was human<br>
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Was born in Bethlehem of woman,<br>
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When nips the frost the verdant sod.</p>
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<p>This richest Babe comes poor in being,<br>
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More pearled within than to the seeing<br>
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With diadem and royal power;<br>
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He takes no heed of greater places,<br>
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But that small spot alone embraces,<br>
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Where light illumes the midnight hour.</p>
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<p>This Prince, do they desire to find Him?<br>
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They’re worn out swaddling clothes that bind Him.<br>
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A manger, spread with hay’s His bed.<br>
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His throne is higher than the highest,<br>
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Yet He among the cattle lieth;<br>
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What Him to such a lot has led?</p>
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<p>Now seeks He God with chaste affection<br>
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Who takes before such crib direction,<br>
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Are better than this Bethlehem,<br>
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Which Christ no resting place shall give;<br>
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For they, the after life, shall live<br>
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With Him, in Jerusalem.</p>
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<p align="center">Dutch</p>
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