Lyrics - Italian
Alphonsus Liguori, 1732
1. Tu scendi dalle stelle,
O Re del Cielo,
e vieni in una grotta,
al freddo al gelo.
O Bambino mio Divino
Io ti vedo qui a tremar,
O Dio Beato
Ahi, quanto ti costò
l’avermi amato!
2. A te, che sei del mondo
il Creatore,
mancano panni e fuoco;
O mio Signore!
Caro eletto Pargoletto,
Quanto questa povertÃ
più mi innamora!
Giacché ti fece amor
povero ancora!
English Translation – From starry skies descending
1. From starry skies descending,
Thou comest, glorious King,
A manger low Thy bed,
In winter’s icy sting;
O my dearest Child most holy,
Shuddering, trembling in the cold!
Great God, Thou lovest me!
What suffering Thou didst bear,
That I near Thee might be!
2. Thou art the world’s Creator,
God’s own and true Word,
Yet here no robe, no fire
For Thee, Divine Lord.
Dearest, fairest, sweetest Infant,
Dire this state of poverty.
The more I care for Thee,
Since Thou, O Love Divine,
Will’st now so poor to be.
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- Country: Italy
- Subject: Christmas
- Harmony:Â chords I, ii, IV, V
- Meter: 6/8
- Scale: hexachord
- Tones: drmfsl
- info about the song
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- PDF of song with chords
- MIDI file
- Listen to the melody