[NoteWorthy ArtWare][NoteWorthy Composer]Me!TwejThis little BabeBrittenF1F2 Sopran 1StandardAðÿ@ÞThis lit-tle Babe so few days old, Is come to ri-fle Sa-tan's fold; All hell doth at his pre-sence quake, Though ha him-self for cold do shake; For in this weak un- arm-ed wise The gates of hell he will sur-prise. His na-ked breast stands for a shield; His ar-rows looks of wee-ping eyes His mar-tial en sings Col-dant Need, And fee-ble Flesh his war-rior's steed. His camp is pitch-ed in a stall, His bul-wark but a bro-ken wall; The crib his trench hays-talks his stakes; Of shep-herds he his mus-ter makes; And thus, as sure his foe to wound, The an-gels' trumps a- la-rum sound. My soul, with Christ join thou in fight; Stick to the tents that he hath pight. With- in his crib is sur-est ward; This lit-tle Babe will be thy guard. If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy, then flit not from this hea-ven-ly Boy.3Sopran 1 öPresto con fuco _úÿ´P      ú\ÿÿþ ý þ ýýþÿþÿ ÿ  $        ù\ÿÿþ ý     þ ýýþÿþÿ ÿ  $     þ ý þ ý ýþÿþÿ ÿ  4ý ý    úlÿÿýþýýþýýüûýþÿþ ýþýýþýýüûýþÿþ ùlÿÿ_            ÿ þ þ ÿ þ ý ý ü û û û û    Sopran 2StandardAöÿ@ÝThis lit-tle Babe so few days old, Is come to ri-fle Sa-tan's fold; All hell doth at his pre-sence quake, Though ha him-self for cold do shake; For in this weak un- arm=ed wise The gates of hell he will sur-prise. His na-ked breast stands for a shield; His ar-rows looks of wee-ping eyes His mar-tial en sings Col-dant Need, And fee-ble Flesh his war-rior's steed. His camp is pitch-ed in a stall, His bul-wark but a bro-ken wall; The crib his trench hays-talks his stakes; Of shep-herds he his mus-ter makes; And thus, as sure his foe to wound, The an-gels' trumps a- la-rum sound. My soul, with Christ join thou in fight; Stick to the tents that he hath pight. With- in his crib is sur-est ward; This lit-tle Babe will be thy guard. If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy, then flit not from this hea-ven-ly Boy.1Sopran 2_      ú\ÿÿþ ý þ ýýþÿþÿ ÿ  $        ù\ÿÿþ ý     þ ýýþÿþÿ ÿ  $     þ ý þ ý ýþÿþÿ ÿ  4ý ý    úlÿÿýþýýþýýüûýþÿþ ýþýýþýýüûýþÿþ ùlÿÿ_            ÿ þ þ ÿ þ ý ý ü ý ý ý ý    Alt 1StandardBöÿ@ãThis lit-tle Babe so few days old, Is come to ri-fle Sa-tan's fold; All hell doth at his pre-sence quake, Though ha him-self for cold do shake; For in this weak un- arm=ed wise The gates of hell he will sur-prise. With tears he fights and wins the field, his batte-ring shot are bab-isch cries, His mar-tial en sings Col-dant Need, And fee-ble Flesh his war-rior's steed. His camp is pitch-ed in a stall, His bul-wark but a bro-ken wall; The crib his trench hays-talks his stakes; Of shep-herds he his mus-ter makes; And thus, as sure his foe to wound, The an-gels' trumps a-la-rum sound. My soul, with Christ join thou in fight; Stick to the tents that he hath pight. With- in his crib is sur-est ward; This lit-tle Babe will be thy guard. If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy, then flit not from this hea-ven-ly Boy.7Alt 1 _      ú\ÿÿþ ý þ ýýþÿþÿ ÿ  $     ù\ÿÿ          ýþÿþÿ ÿ  $    þ ý þ ý ýþÿþÿ  ÿ 4    úlÿÿ  ùlÿÿ_            ÿ þ þ ÿ þ ÿ ÿ þ        Alt 2StandardÿBöÿ@ãThis lit-tle Babe so few days old, Is come to ri-fle Sa-tan's fold; All hell doth at his pre-sence quake, Though ha him-self for cold do shake; For in this weak un- arm=ed wise The gates of hell he will sur-prise. With tears he fights and wins the field, his batte-ring shot are bab-isch cries, His mar-tial en sings Col-dant Need, And fee-ble Flesh his war-rior's steed. His camp is pitch-ed in a stall, His bul-wark but a bro-ken wall; The crib his trench hays-talks his stakes; Of shep-herds he his mus-ter makes; And thus, as sure his foe to wound, The an-gels' trumps a-la-rum sound. My soul, with Christ join thou in fight; Stick to the tents that he hath pight. With- in his crib is sur-est ward; This lit-tle Babe will be thy guard. If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy, then flit not from this hea-ven-ly Boy.7Alt 2 _      ú\ÿÿþ ý þ ýýþÿþÿ ÿ  $     ù\ÿÿ          ýþÿþÿ ÿ  $    þ ý þ ý ýþÿþÿ  ÿ 4    úlÿÿ  ùlÿÿ_            ÿ þ þ ÿ þ ÿ ÿ         tenor 1Standard Cöÿ@`This lit-tle Babe so few days old, Is come to ri-fle Sa-tan's fold; All hell doth at his pre-sence quake, Though ha him-self for cold do shake; For in this weak un- arm=ed wise The gates of hell he will sur-prise. Hois na-ked breats stands for a shiled; His ar-row look of wee-ping eyes, His mar-tial en sings Col-dant Need, And fee-ble Flesh his war-rior's steed. His bul-wark but a bro-ken wall; Of shep-herds he his mus-ter makes; And thus, The an-gels' trumps a-la-rum sound. My soul, with Christ join thou in fight; Stick to the tents that he hath pight. With- in his crib is sur-est ward; This lit-tle Babe will be thy guard. If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy, then flit not from this hea-ven-ly Boy.Tenor 1 _      ú\ÿÿþ ý þ ýýþÿþÿ ÿ  $      ú\ÿÿþ ý   þ ýýþÿþÿ ÿ       þ ý  ýýþ ý ýýý ý  4ý ý   úlÿÿýýýýýýýýýýþýþ ýýýýýýýýýýþýþ ùlÿÿ_            ÿ þ þ ÿ þ ý ý þ ý ý ý ý    Tenor 2StandardCöÿ@aThis lit-tle Babe so few days old, Is come to ri-fle Sa-tan's fold; All hell doth at his pre-sence quake, Though ha him-self for cold do shake; For in this weak un- arm-ed wise The gates of hell he will sur-prise. Hois na-ked breats stands for a shiled; His ar-row look of wee-ping eyes, His mar-tial en sings Col-dant Need, And fee-ble Flesh his war-rior's steed. His bul-wark but a bro-ken wall; Of shep-herds he his mus-ter makes; And thus, The an-gels' trumps a-la-rum sound. My soul, with Christ join thou in fight; Stick to the tents that he hath pight. With- in his crib is sur-est ward; This lit-tle Babe will be thy guard. If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy, then flit not from this hea-ven-ly Boy.Tenor 2 _      ú\ÿÿþ ý þ ýýþÿþÿ ÿ  $      ú\ÿÿþ ý   þ ýýþÿþÿ ÿ       þ ý  ýýþ ý ýýý ý  4    úlÿÿþýþ þýþ ùlÿÿ_            ÿ þ þ ÿ þ ý ý þ ý ý ý ý    Bass 1StandardDöÿ@åThis lit-tle Babe so few days old, Is come to ri-fle Sa-tan's fold; All hell doth at his pre-sence quake, Though ha him-self for cold do shake; For in this weak un- arm-ed wise The gates of hell he will sur-prise. with tears he flights and wins the field, His bat-tering shot are bab-isch cries His mar-tial en sings Col-dant Need, And fee-ble Flesh his war-rior's steed. His camp is pitch-ed in a stall, his bul-wark but a bro-ken wall; The crib his trench, hays-talks his stakes; Of shep-herds he his mus-ter makes; And thus, as sure his foe to wound, The an-gels' trumps a-la-rum sound. My soul, with Christ join thou in fight; Stick to the tents that he hath pight. With- in his crib is sur-est ward; This lit-tle Babe will be thy guard. If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy, then flit not from this hea-ven-ly Boy.6Bass 1 _      ú\ÿÿÿþýþýüûüûûùû øûÿ ÿþýþýüûüûûùû øûÿøùúûùúûüþüýþü ú ü û$ÿ    ù\ÿÿÿþýýþýüûû     ÿþýýþýüûû     øùúûùúûüüþüýþü ú û$ÿ     ÿþýþýüûüûûùû øûÿ ÿþýþýüûüûûù û øûÿ øùúûùúûüþüýþþ ü û4ø ø   úlÿÿÿþýÿþýÿÿÿÿûüû ÿþýÿþýÿÿÿÿûüû ùlÿÿ_ ÿ þ ý ý þ ý ü û û ü û ú ù ù ú ù ú ú û û û û û    Bass 2StandardDöÿ@åThis lit-tle Babe so few days old, Is come to ri-fle Sa-tan's fold; All hell doth at his pre-sence quake, Though ha him-self for cold do shake; For in this weak un- arm-ed wise The gates of hell he will sur-prise. with tears he flights and wins the field, His bat-tering shot are bab-isch cries His mar-tial en sings Col-dant Need, And fee-ble Flesh his war-rior's steed. His camp is pitch-ed in a stall, his bul-wark but a bro-ken wall; The crib his trench, hays-talks his stakes; Of shep-herds he his mus-ter makes; And thus, as sure his foe to wound, The an-gels' trumps a-la-rum sound. My soul, with Christ join thou in fight; Stick to the tents that he hath pight. With- in his crib is sur-est ward; This lit-tle Babe will be thy guard. If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy, then flit not from this hea-ven-ly Boy.6Bass 2 _      ú\ÿÿÿþýþýüûüûûùû øûÿ ÿþýþýüûüûûùû øûÿøùúûùúûüþüýþü ú ü û$ÿ    ù\ÿÿÿþýýþýüûû     ÿþýýþýüûû     øùúûùúûüüþüýþü ú û$ÿ     ÿþýþýüûüûûùû øûÿ ÿþýþýüûüûûù û øûÿ øùúûùúûüþüýþþ ü ûÿ ÿ   úlÿÿÿþýÿþýÿÿÿÿûüû ÿþýÿþýÿÿÿÿûüû ùlÿÿ_ ÿ þ ý ý þ ý ü û û ü û ú ù ù ú ù ú ú û ÿ ÿ ÿ ÿ    Harp 1Standardöÿ @ˆHarp_ $ddd @@@ @@@ @@@ $ddd @@@ @@@ @@@  ````  ````  ```` $ddd @@@ @@@ @@@ $ddd @@@ @@@ @@@ $ddd @@@ @@@ @@@  ````  ````  ```` $ddd @@@ @@@ @@@ $ddd @@@ @@@ @@@ $ddd @@@ @@@ @@@  ````  ````  ```` $ddd @@@ @@@ @@@ DDD @@@ @@@ @@@ $dddÿ @@@ÿ @@@ÿ @@@ÿ $ddddÿ @@@@ÿ @@@@ÿ @@@@ÿ  ````þ  ````þ  ````þ  $ dDDDý @@@@ý @@@@ý @@@@ý $ddddý @@@ @@@ @@@  ````  ````  ```` $ddd @@@ @@@ @@@ $ddd @@@ @@@ @@@ $ddd @@@ @@@ @@@  ````  ````  ```` $ddd @@@ @@@ @@@ $ddd @@@ @@@ @@@ $ddd @@@ @@@ @@@  ````  ````  ```` $ddd @@@ @@@ @@@ $ddd @@@ @@@ @@@ $ddd @@@ @@@ @@@ $ddddÿ @@@@ÿ @@@@ÿ @@@@ÿ  ````þ  ````þ  ````þ $ddddý @@@@ý @@@@ý @@@@ý $ddddý @@@@ý @@@@ý @@@@ý  ````  ````  ```` @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@@ @@@@ @@@@ @@@@ @@@@ @@@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@@ @@@@ @@@@ @@@@ @@@@ @@@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ @@@ÿ @@@ÿ @@@ÿ @@@ÿ @@@ÿ @@@ÿ @@@@ÿ @@@@ÿ @@@@ÿ @@@@ÿ @@@@ÿ @@@@ÿ @@@@þ @@@@þ @@@@þ @@@@þ @@@@þ @@@@þ @@@@ý @@@@ý @@@@ý @@@@ý @@@@ý @@@@ý û @ @ @ý @û û @ @ @ý @û û @ @ @ý @û û @ @ @ý @û û @ @ @ý @û û @ @ @ý @û  ````ý  û `ý `û  ù `ý `û `ù  ö `ý `û `ù `ö  ö @ý @û @ù @ö  ö @ý @û @ù @ö   ö @ý @û @ù @ö  ö @ý @û @ù @ö   ô @û @ù @ö @ô  ô @û @ù @ö @ô  ÷ @û @ù @÷ ø @ú @ø  ÷ @þ @ü @ù @÷  ÷ @þ @ü @ù @÷  ÷ @þ @ü @ù @÷  ö `ý `û `ù `ö  ö @ý @û @ù @ö  ö @ý @û @ù @ö   ö @ý @û @ù @ö  ö @ý @û @ù @ö   ö @ý @û @ù @ö  ö @ý @û @ù @ö   ÷ `û `ù `÷  ø `ú `ø  ÷ @þ @ü @ù @÷  ÷ @þ @ü @ù @÷  ÷ @þ @ü @ù @÷_  ý `ý `û `ù `ö      @  @ @ @    @ @ @   @ @ @      @ @ @ @    @ @ @   @ @ @      @ @ @ @þ    @ @ @ÿ    @ @ @ @þ     @ @ @ÿ @ý    @ @ @þ @ü    ý @ý @û @ù   ý @ý @û @ù    ý @ý @û @ù   ý @ý @û @ù   ý @ý @û @ù  ý @ý @û @ù @ö  û @û @ù @ö @ô    Harp 2Standard°öÿ @ßHarp_                                                     ```  ```  ```   @@@   ```   @@@   ```   @@@@ý   ````ý  ý ` ` `þ  `ý  ý ` `ÿ `ý @@@@  @@@@  @@@@   ```   @@@   ```   @@@   ```   @@@@ý   ````ý  ý ` ` `þ  `ý  ý ` ` `þ  `ý @@@@  @@@@  @@@@  _   ` ` `      @ @ @ÿ    @ @ @   @ @ @ @ý      @ @ @ý    @ @ @þ   @ @ @þ @û      @ @þ @û    @ @ÿ @ü    @ @ @     @ @ @    @  @ @      @ @ @     D D D    @ @ @     @ @ @   @ @ @ @   @  @ @ @   @  @  @ @