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The Natiuitie of Christ.

Beholde the father, is his daughters sonne:
The bird that built the nest, is hatched therein:
The olde of yeares, an houre hath not out runne:
Eternall life, to liue doth now beginne.
The word is dumme: the mirth of heauen doth weepe:
Might feeble is: and force doth faintly creepe.
O dying soules, beholde your liuing spring:
O dasled eyes, behold your sonne of grace:
Dull eares, attend what word this word doth bring:
Vp heauie hartes; with ioye your ioye embrace.
From death, from darke, from deafenesse, from dispaires:
This life, this light, this word, this ioye repaires.
Gift better then him selfe, God doth not know:
Gift better then his God, no man can see;
This gift doth here the geuer geuen bestow;
Gift to this gift let each receiuer bee.
God is my gift, himselfe he freely gaue me;
Gods gift am I, and none but God shall haue me.
Man altered was by sinne from man to beast;
Beastes foode is haye, haye is all mortall flesh;
Now God is flesh, and lies in Manger prest;
As haye, the brutest sinner to refresh.
O happie fielde wherein this fodder grew,
Whose tast, doth vs from beasts to men renew.