Dia Poemata Poetick Feet Standing Upon Holy Ground: Or, Verses on certain Texts of Scripture. With Epigrams, &c. By E. E. [i.e. Edmund Elys] |
On Christmas day. |
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On Christmas day.
Unto you is born, in the City of David, a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
Luke 2. 11.
This Day the LORD of Heaven and Earth
Subjects Himself to Humane Birth:
By this Transcendent Mysterie,
God, and Man are at Unity.
Strange! He, that is, was, is to come,
Thus wrapt up in a Mortall Wombe!
Would th' Sun of Righteousnesse thus shroud
His Glorious Lustre in a Cloud
Of humble Flesh, and Bloud? and can
Mans Maker be the Son of Man?
Hyperbole of wonder, How!
Times Ancestor come forth but Now!
Nay, Stranger Yet: we may dare say
Eternity was Born This Day.
Blest Angel! Who these Tidings bring,
Ambassadour from th' King of Kings.
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To th'Soul does th'Breath of life infuse,
This heav'nly sound the Shepheards ears
Judge the best Musick of the Sphears:
As Orpheus's courser art drew sense,
This ravisheth intelligence:
Souls rapt up by this harmony,
Unto the Throne of Grace do fly.
Faith comes by hearing: He that hears
This Angels voice, annoints his ears
With th' Oyle of Gladness: and by Faith
Shall Live, although he pass through death.
O Jesu! who wast Born Jesus to me,
Grant that, this day, I be New-born to thee.
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