The Blessed Birth-day celebrated in some religious meditations on the Angels Anthem. Lvc. 2. 14. Also holy transportations, in contemplating some of the most obserueable adiuncts about our Saviours Nativity. Extracted for the most part out of the Sacred Scriptures, Ancient Fathers, Christian Poets. And some moderne Approved Authors. By Charles Fitz-Geffry. The second Edition with Additions |
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Glory to God on high, who this hath wrought,
And mans salvation thus about hath brought
By wondrous waies, which none could doe but one,
Who wondrous is in all his waies alone.
Well might his name be called WONDERFVLL,
Whose Birth, Life, Death, whose rising were so full
Of glorious wonders, and of wondrous glories,
Such as the world nere found in all their stories.
And mans salvation thus about hath brought
By wondrous waies, which none could doe but one,
Who wondrous is in all his waies alone.
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Whose Birth, Life, Death, whose rising were so full
Of glorious wonders, and of wondrous glories,
Such as the world nere found in all their stories.
O with what wonders doe his heavens abound,
Sith sundry wonders in each worme are found?
What thing so little is which he hath wrought,
Which with a world of wonders is not fraught?
And yet of all the wonders he hath done,
Himselfe the greatest wonder is alone.
Wondrous in all his holy Saints is he,
Shall he not in himselfe more wondrous be?
Who in his Baptists birth was wondrous knowne,
Shall he not be more wondrous in his owne?
Sith sundry wonders in each worme are found?
What thing so little is which he hath wrought,
Which with a world of wonders is not fraught?
And yet of all the wonders he hath done,
Himselfe the greatest wonder is alone.
Wondrous in all his holy Saints is he,
Shall he not in himselfe more wondrous be?
Who in his Baptists birth was wondrous knowne,
Shall he not be more wondrous in his owne?
O sacred Riddles, which no ingeny,
Or art of man or Angels can vnty!
Which whosoere would haue to be disclos'd,
Must with his heifer plough, who them compos'd:
And being once disclos'd, who can refraine,
His tongue from tuning this Angellike straine?
Glory to God on high, on earth be peace,
And let good will t'wards Christians never cease.
Or art of man or Angels can vnty!
Which whosoere would haue to be disclos'd,
Must with his heifer plough, who them compos'd:
And being once disclos'd, who can refraine,
His tongue from tuning this Angellike straine?
Glory to God on high, on earth be peace,
And let good will t'wards Christians never cease.
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