And shew’d Him malice when He died.
No princely palace for our Saviour,
In Judea could be found.
But blessed Mary’s meek behaviour,
Patiently upon the ground,
Her babe did place in vile disgrace,
Where oxen in their stalls did feed;
No midwife mild had this sweet Child,
Nor woman’s help at mother’s need.
No kingly robes nor golden treasure