Once in royal David's city (Henry J. Gauntlett)
- (Posted 2020-12-12) CPDL #61945:
- Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-12-12). Score information: A4, 1 page, 56 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard
- (Posted 2020-12-12) CPDL #61944:
- Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-12-12). Score information: A4, 1 page, 77 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard, melody with words.
- (Posted 2017-11-20) CPDL #47575:
- Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2017-11-20). Score information: A4, 1 page, 55 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Harmonised by Arthur Henry Mann
- (Posted 2008-12-13) CPDL #18480:
- Editor: Rod Mather (submitted 2008-12-13). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 42 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Arr. by Rod Mather with descant.
- Arranger: Rod Mather
- (Posted 2005-12-09) CPDL #10395:
- Editor: Alexei Nazarov (submitted 2005-12-09). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 26 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: SAB version, arranged by Alexei Nazarov
- (Posted 2000-11-27) CPDL #01742: GIF and MIDI files available.
Original text and translations
Once in royal David's city
stood a lowly cattleshed,
where a mother laid her baby
in a manger for his bed:
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little child.
He came down to earth from heaven
Who is God and Lord af all,
And his shelter was a stable,
And his cradle was a stall.
With the poor and mean and lowly
Lived on earth our Saviour holy.
And through all his wondrous childhood
He would honour and obey,
Love and watch the lowly maiden,
In whose gentle arms he lay:
Christian children all must be
Mild, obedient, good as he.
For he is our childhood's pattern,
Day by day like us he grew,
He was little, weak, and helpless,
Tears and smiles like us he knew:
and he feeleth for our sadness,
And he shareth in our gladness.
And our eyes at last shall see him,
Through his own redeeming love,
For that child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in heaven above;
And he leads his children on
to the place where he is gone.
Not in that poor lowly stable,
with the oxen standing by,
we shall see him; but in heaven,
Set at God's right hand on high;
When like stars his children crowned
all in white shall wait around.