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==General Information==
==General Information==

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Editor: Stuart McIntosh (submitted 2002-06-21).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 136 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Here is the Little Door
Composer: Herbert Howells
Lyricist: Frances Chesterton

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredCarol

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published:

Description:

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Original text and translations

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1.
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 or 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 hold with ass and sheep.
2.
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 honored happy dead;
Gifts for His children, terrible and sweet;
Touched by such tiny hands,
and Oh such tiny feet.