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Christs Nativity.
Awake, glad heart! get up, and Sing,
It is the Birth-day of thy King,
Awake! awake!
The Sun doth shake
Light from his locks, and all the way
Breathing Perfumes, doth spice the day.
It is the Birth-day of thy King,
Awake! awake!
The Sun doth shake
Light from his locks, and all the way
Breathing Perfumes, doth spice the day.
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Awak, awak! heark, how th' wood rings,Winds whisper, and the busie springs
A Consort make;
A wake, awake!
Man is their high-priest, and should rise
To offer up the sacrifice.
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I would I were some Bird, or Star,Flutt'ring in woods, or lifted far
Above this Inne
And Rode of sin!
Then either Star, or Bird, should be
Shining, or singing still to thee.
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I would I had in my best partFit Roomes for thee! or that my heart
Were so clean as
Thy manger was!
But I am all filth, and obscene,
Yet, if thou wilt, thou canst make clean.
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Sweet Jesu! will then; Let no moreThis Leper haunt, and soyl thy door,
Cure him, Ease him
O release him!
And let once more by mystick birth
The Lord of life be borne in Earth.
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