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The Covntrie Man's Comfort

Or Religious Recreations, fitte for all well disposed persons. Which was Printed in the yeere of our Lord 1588. And since corrected, amended, and enlarged by the same Author. I. R. [i.e. John Rhodes]
 
 

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A Carroll for Christmas day
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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A Carroll for Christmas day

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To the tune of Rogeero.

VVe come to sing of Christ our King,
According to the time,
Therefore prepare and giue good eare,
Let hearts and all incline.
Divinitie our cheife Story,
which speakes of mans Saluation:
Shewes that the Lord by his pure word,
made all good by creation.
Mankind did beare Gods Image faire,
the creatures all were blest:


Then sathans evill made him a divell,
and he gave man small rest.
But tempted him by Eva's sinne,
till Paradice was gone:
Thus they and we were left you see,
in fearefull state each one.
Then God above in tender love,
to men that was but dead:
Said that indeed the womans feed,
should breake the Serpents head.
To Abraham to Isaack then,
to Iacob, and the Iewes:
A covenant sure aye to endure,
God made of this good newes.
Before their eyes in Sacrifice,
our Saviour was displayd,
In figure, types and other rites:
on Altar he was laid.
To Priests, to Kings were shew'd these things
to Prophets and the rest:
Who did assure that Virgin pure,
should beare this heavenly guest,


Realmes now in peace all warres did cease
Iohn Baptist came to preach:
And he likewise did some baptize,
that heard when he did teach.
The time full come God sent his Sonne,
in shape of sinfull flesh:
Thus God and man one Christ became,
our soules for to refresh.
Angels did bring newes of this thing,
to Shepheards in the night:
To whom they said be not afraid,
at this so heavenly sight.
But goe your way and make no stay,
Christ is at Bethelem:
Behold him there borne poore and bare,
for sinne of mortall men.
Then gloriously from heaven hie,
the Angels they did sing:
Praise to Gods name, peace without blame,
on earth to men living.
Shepheards did goe and found it so,
as Angels had foretold:
Christ meekly lay swadled in hay,


within the stable cold.
This child he is our soules cheife blisse,
our tree of life and all.
Our Abell slaine our Isaack plaine,
our Ioseph left in thrall.
Our paschall lambe that hether came,
for his deere Spouse to die,
Our Manna sweet our Rocke so deepe,
our Arke of Sanctuarie.
Our mercy Seate our altar great,
ou Lampe and lauor faire,
Our priest our King and euery thing,
that we might not despaire.
What thankes and praise in all our daies,
ought we and ours to giue,
Vnto Gods name that wrought the same,
Long time ere man did liue.
This is the day of our great ioye,
if we will ioy therein:
And not assigne this blessed time,
to vanitie and sinne.
But euermore in vertues store,
to spend our daies aright,


Which God grant vs through Christ Iesus,
to doe with all our might.