Divine hymns Upon the Nativity, Passion, Resurrection, and Ascension, of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, &c. Written By the late Reverend and Learned Dr. Henry More ... At the Request of a Person of Quality |
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AN HYMN Upon the Nativity of CHRIST. |
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AN HYMN Upon the Nativity of CHRIST.
The Holy Son of God most High,
For love of Adam's lapsed Race,
Quit the Sweet Pleasures of the Sky,
To bring us to that happy Place.
For love of Adam's lapsed Race,
Quit the Sweet Pleasures of the Sky,
To bring us to that happy Place.
His Robes of Light he laid aside,
Which did his Majesty adorn,
And the frail state of Mortals try'd,
In Humane Flesh and Figure born.
Which did his Majesty adorn,
And the frail state of Mortals try'd,
In Humane Flesh and Figure born.
Down from above this Day-Star slid,
Himself in living Earth t'entomb,
And all his Heav'nly Glory hid
In a pure lowly Virgin's Womb.
Himself in living Earth t'entomb,
And all his Heav'nly Glory hid
In a pure lowly Virgin's Womb.
Whole Quires of Angels loudly sing
The Mystery of his Sacred Birth,
And the Blest News to Shepherds bring,
Filling their watchful Souls with Mirth.
The Mystery of his Sacred Birth,
And the Blest News to Shepherds bring,
Filling their watchful Souls with Mirth.
The Son of God thus Man became,
That Men the Sons of God might be,
And by their second Birth regain
A likeness to his Deity.
That Men the Sons of God might be,
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A likeness to his Deity.
Lord, give us humble and pure Minds,
And fill us with thy Heav'nly Love,
That Christ thus in our Hearts enshrin'd,
We all may be born from above.
And fill us with thy Heav'nly Love,
That Christ thus in our Hearts enshrin'd,
We all may be born from above.
And being thus Regenerate,
Into a Life and Sense Divine,
We all Ungodliness may hate,
And to thy living Word encline.
Into a Life and Sense Divine,
We all Ungodliness may hate,
And to thy living Word encline.
That nourish'd by that Heav'nly Food,
To manly Stature we may grow,
And stedfastly pursue what's good,
That all our High Descent may know.
To manly Stature we may grow,
And stedfastly pursue what's good,
That all our High Descent may know.
Grant we, thy Seed, may never yield
Our Souls to soil with any Blot,
But still stand Conquerors in the field,
To shew his Power who us begot.
Our Souls to soil with any Blot,
But still stand Conquerors in the field,
To shew his Power who us begot.
That after this our Warfare's done,
And Travails of a toilsome Stage,
We may in Heav'n, with Christ thy Son,
Enjoy our promis'd Heritage.
And Travails of a toilsome Stage,
We may in Heav'n, with Christ thy Son,
Enjoy our promis'd Heritage.
Amen.
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