KOSMOBREVIA[Greek], or the infancy of the world With an Appendix of Gods resting day, Edon Garden; Mans Happiness before, Misery after, his Fall. Whereunto is added, The Praise of Nothing; Divine Ejaculations; The four Ages of the world; The Birth of Christ; Also a Century of Historical Applications; With a Taste of Poetical fictions. Written some years since by N. B.[i.e. Nicholas Billingsley] ... And now published at the request of his Friends |
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GENETHLIACON,
OR A Birth-song, in honor of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ his coming into the World.
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From the skies Night slideth down;Cloathed in a sable gown;
And her drowsie head doth crown,
With a Poppy Coronet:
Muffling up her scar-crow face;
Holding forth a Leeden Mace;
Thus she o're the world doth trace;
With bright Sentinells beset.
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Now the Magi from a farrFrom the Eastern borders are
Lead by th'lustre of a Starr,
To the place where Jesus lay:
They, soon e're they him behold,
Present presents manifold,
Myrrhe and frankincense, and gold,
And in praises spend the day.
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And it hapned thus, that nearUnto Bethlehem, there were
Faithfull Shepherds, who with care
Tended on their fleecy fold:
Least that their flock-leading Rams,
And the pretty baing Lambs,
Should be whoried with their dams,
For the Foxes were too bold.
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Suddenly, a glorious light,Chas'd away the purblinde night;
And from Heav'n an Angel bright
To the Shepheards did appear;
While their fleecy people graz'd,
At this prodigy they gaz'd,
And no little were amaz'd,
For their hearts did shake with fear.
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From the bosom of a cloud,Heavens Herald did unshroud,
This Embassy out aloud,
Fear nor shepheards; Lo this morn,
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Shall give you just cause to sing,
For to you, to you, a King,
And a blessed Saviour's born:
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There, where princly David sway'dHe which the worlds ground-work laid,
Born is of a Mother-Maid,
And involv'd in swad'ling clouts:
Ever after shall all nations,
In succeeding generations,
Fill the heav'ns with acclamations,
And the earth with joyfull shouts.
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He which is inestemable,And to doe all things is able,
Is inclos'd within a stable,
Cradled in a silly manger:
Where the stalled Ox hath fed,
There your Saviour lays his head,
And a lock of straw's his bed,
Go Swains, entertain the st rang[illeg.]
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When the Angel held his tongue,An heav'nly Hoast of Angels sung,
(That the valted Regions rung)
For they warb'led out most shrill,
This harmonious mellody:
Glory be to God on high,
Peace unto the earth be nigh,
And unto mankind good will.
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Praised be Gods holy name,Let the world his praise proclaime,
Happy time, wherein we came
For to tend upon our fold:
We are now redeem'd from hell,
We that from our maker sell,
We, curs'd we, that did rebell,
Was there better news e're told.
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Pretious Balm from Gilead springs,Unto us a Saviour brings,
Healing in his balmy wings;
Unto us a Son is given.
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Eucharists, and Roud-delaies,
On her Ho-boies all our daies.
To the Emperour of heaven.
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What we with our ears have heard,Hath unto our eyes appear'd,
And shall be abroad declar'd,
By our mouths. O blessed birth!
O! what God for us hath done,
He hath sent his only Son,
By whose loss we shall be won!
Here is cause indeed of mirth.
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Glory be to thee the Lord,Who according to thy word,
Such rich mercy dost afford,
As is treasured up in Jesus,
O how doth our joy abound,
May't in ev'ry corner sound,
We are lost, but shall be found,
We are pain'd, but Christ will ease us!
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A Saviour is born;
And is he born for me?
Me; what? for me forlorn?
O love beyond degree!
And is he born for me?
Me; what? for me forlorn?
O love beyond degree!
Christ.
These sides shall feel the spear;
Blood shall my sides run down:
Soul, I the cross will bear;
And thou shalt wear the crown.
Blood shall my sides run down:
Soul, I the cross will bear;
And thou shalt wear the crown.
Soul.
Though the dull earth aspire,
And sprightly flames descend:
Yet shall my heart my Lyre,
Praise thee without An End
And sprightly flames descend:
Yet shall my heart my Lyre,
Praise thee without An End
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