There follows an interlude for solo harp leading into a second half which has undergone a distinct change of mood - concern rather than celebration :' Behold a silly tender babe, in freezing winter night, in homely manger trembling lies, alas a piteous sight'.
Within his crib is surest ward; this little Babe will by thy guard.
I started my Tumblr blog a few years ago, it has grown so much and people are always asking to see more so I thought why not start a Patreon! Britten managed to restart and finish 'Hymn' but as far as I know the Goodman Piece was lost forever.
And thus as sure his foe to wound, the angels' trumps alarum sound My soul with Christ join thou in fight; stick to the tents that he hath pight.