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Joseph Dearest Joseph Mine

This hymn text was was originally a lullaby sung by Mary in 16th Century mystery plays.

It was translated from the German "Joseph Lieber Joseph Mein" to English.  Some sources attribute the translation to English Anglican priest and military chaplain Neville Stuart Talbot (1879-1943) - although translating hymns does not feature in any published descriptions of his works. Others attribute it to English Anglican priest, hymn-writer and liturgist, Percy Dearmer (1867-1936).

With meter 7.8.8.4.7 with refrain, tunes it is set include RESONET IN LAUDIBUS - a 14th century German carol, for which the composer is unknown.




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Lyrics

Joseph dearest, Joseph mine,
Help me cradle the child divine;
God reward thee and all that’s thine
In paradise, so prays the mother Mary.

Chorus:
He came among us at Christmastide,
At Christmastide, in Bethlehem;
Men shall bring Him from far and wide
Love’s diadem: Jesus, Jesus,
Lo, He comes, and loves, and saves, and frees us!

Gladly, dear one, lady mine,
Help I cradle this child of thine;
God’s own light on us both shall shine
In paradise, as prays the mother Mary.

Peace to all that have goodwill!
God, who heaven and earth doth fill,
Comes to turn us away from ill,
And lies so still within the crib of Mary.

All shall come and bow the knee,
Wise and happy their souls shall be.
Loving such a divinity as all may see
In Jesus Son of Mary.

Now is born Emmanuel,
Prophesied once by Ezekiel,
Promised Mary by Gabriel, Ah, who can tell
Thy praises, Son of Mary.

Thou my lazy heart hast stirred,
Thou, The Father's eternal Word,
Greater than aught that ear hath heard,
Thou tiny bird of love, Thou Son of Mary.

Sweet and lovely little one,
Thou princely, beautiful, God's own Son,
Without Thee all of us were undone;
Our love is won by Thine, O Son of Mary.

Little man, and God indeed,
Little and poor, Thou art all we need;
We will follow where Thou dost lead,
And we will heed our brother, born of Mary.



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