Here Is the Little Door (Three Carol-Anthems, No. 1)

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Publication Information:
ECS — 1.5227 (1918)

Text Information:
Reference: Frances Chesterton (1869–1938)

Lyrics: Here is the little door, lift up the latch, oh lift! We need not wander more but enter with our gift; Our gift of finest gold, Gold that was never bought nor sold; Myrrh to be strewn about His bed; Incense in clouds about His head; All for the Child that stirs not in His sleep, But holy slumber holds with ass and sheep. Bend low about His bed, for each He has a gift; See how His eyes awake, lift up your hands, O lift! For gold, He gives a keen-edged sword (Defend with it thy little Lord!) For incense, smoke of battle red; Myrrh for the honoured happy dead; Gifts for His children, terrible and sweet, Touched by such tiny hands and Oh such tiny feet.
Notes: SATB with Soprano and Bass divisi.
Submitted by: Brian Luckner    Added: Nov 27, 2021    Last updated: Jan 21, 2022