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The Poems of Thomas Pestell

Edited with an account of his life and work by Hannah Buchan

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A Psalm for Christmass day morning.
  
  
  
  
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A Psalm for Christmass day morning.

1

Fairest of morning Lights appear,
Thou blest and gaudy day,
On whom was born our Saviour dear,
Make haste and c[o]me away.

2

See, See, our pensive breasts do pant,
Like gasping Land we lie,
Thy holy Dews our souls do want.
We faint, we pine, we die.

3

Let from the skies a joyfull Rain
Like Mel or Manna fall.
Whose searching drops our sins may drain,
And quench our sorrows all.

4

This day prevents his day of Doom,
His mercy now is nigh.
The mighty God of love is come;
The day-spring from on high.

5

Behold the great Creator makes
Himself an house of clay.
A Robe of Virgin flesh he takes
Which he will wear for ay.

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6

Heark, heark, the wise Eternal Word,
Like a weak Infant cries,
In form of servant is the Lord;
And God in Cradle lies.

7

This wonder struck the world amaz'd;
It shook the stary frame.
Squadrons of spirits stood and gaz'd.
Then down in Troops they came.

8

Glad Shepherds ran to view this sight,
A quire of Angels sings,
And Eastern Sages with delight
Adore this King of Kings.

9

Bis. Joyn then all hearts that are not stone,
And all our voices prove
To celebrate this holy One,
The God of Peace and Love.