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.
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Fairest of morning Lights appear,Thou blest and gaudy day,
On whom was born our Saviour dear,
Make haste and c[o]me away.
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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.
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Let from the skies a joyfull RainLike Mel or Manna fall.
Whose searching drops our sins may drain,
And quench our sorrows all.
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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.
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Behold the great Creator makesHimself an house of clay.
A Robe of Virgin flesh he takes
Which he will wear for ay.
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Heark, heark, the wise Eternal Word,Like a weak Infant cries,
In form of servant is the Lord;
And God in Cradle lies.
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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.
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Glad Shepherds ran to view this sight,A quire of Angels sings,
And Eastern Sages with delight
Adore this King of Kings.
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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.
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