Devotions in the ancient way of offices

Jesu, who from thy Fathers throne
To this low vale of tears cam'st down,
In our poor nature drest:
O may the charms of that sweet love
Draw up our souls to Thee above,
And fix them there to rest.

JESU, who wert with joy Conceiv'd,
With joy wert born, while no pain griev'd
Thy Mothers Virgin-womb:
O may we breed, and bring Thee forth
In our glad harts, for all is mirth
Where Thou art pleas'd to come.

JESU, whose high and humble birth
In heav'n the Angels, and on earth
The faithful Shepherds sing:
O may our hymns which here run low,
Shoot up aloft, and fruitful grow
In that eternal Spring.

JESU, how soon did'st Thou begin
To bleed and suffer for our sin,
The Circumcizing knife!
O may thy grace, by making good
Our souls just cause 'gainst flesh and blood
Cut off that dangerous strife.

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JESU, who took'st that heav'nly Name,
Thy blessed Purpose to proclaim
Of saving lost mankind.
O may we bow our hart and knee,
Bright King of Names, to glorious Thee,
and thy hid sweetnes find.

JESU, who thus began'st our Blyss,
Thus carry'dst on our happines;
To Thee all praise be paid:
O may the Great Mysterious Three
For ever live, and ever be
Ador'd, belov'd, obey'd.

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The OFFICE of our B. SAVIOUR.

Matins.

Hymn XXIX.

[Jesu, who from thy Fathers throne]