Scripture Verse

The throne of the majesty in the heavens. Hebrews 8:1


Alfonso M. de’ Liguori

Words: Al­fon­so M. de’ Li­guo­ri, 1732 (Tu Scen­di Dalle Stelle). Trans­lat­ed from It­al­ian to Eng­lish by James Jones, The Way of Sal­va­tion (Lon­don: Keat­ing & Brown, 1836), page 187.

Music: Long­wood (Barn­by) Jo­seph Barn­by, 1872 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Joseph Barnby


Great King! from Heav’n’s
High throne descending low,
In Bethlehem’s stable
Born in cold and woe,
Thou shiverest in
A manger, Babe divine,
Much hast Thou borne
For sins: how much for mine!

The world’s creator
Thou, our God adored,
Thou sufferest cold and want,
O humbled Lord!
Dear chosen Child!
When love transforms Thee so,
For Thee my heart
The more with love shall glow.

In joy reposing
On Thy Father’s breast,
How can a couch of straw
Afford Thee rest?
Sweet love, thus pained,
Inflame my frozen heart,
Jesus! to me
Thy purest love impart.

If thus to suffer
Was Thy gracious will,
Yet, loving Savior!
Let me ask Thee still,
What could Thy blissful
Soul to suffering move?
Thou weepest—
Not for grief—Ah no! for love.

Thou grievest,
After all Thy love, to see
Thyself so little loved,
O God, by me;
Yet if the past
So little love has shown,
I love Thee now,
O Jesus, Thee alone.

Thou sleepest,
Holy Infant! but Thou art
For us still wakeful
In Thy tender heart:
Tell me, O beauteous Lamb!
Say what may be
Thy thoughts?—I hear thee lisp:
To die for thee.

Thou dwellest
On Thy death for me, with joy;
Who then, save Thee,
Shall all my thoughts employ?
Mary, my hope!
If less I love your Son,
O love Him you for me,
And all is done.