In freezing winter night

Behold, a silly tender babe in freezing winter night,

In homely manger trembling lies; alas, a piteous sight!

The inns are full, no man will yield this little pilgrim bed.

But forced he is with silly beasts, in crib to shroud his head.

This stable is a Prince's court, this crib his chair of State;

The beasts are parcel of his pomp, this wooden dish his plate.

The persons in that poor attire his royal liveries wear;

The Prince himself is come from Heav'n; this pomp is prizèd there.

With joy approach o Christian wight, do homage to thy King;

And highly praise his humble pomp, which he from Heav'n doth bring.