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RUn (Shepheards) run, where Bethlem blest appears,
We bring the best of News, be not dismay'd,
A Saviour there is borne, more old than yeares,
Amidst the rolling Heaven this Earth who stay'd;
In a poore Cottage Inn'd, a Virgin Maid,
A weakling did him beare who all upbeares,
There he in Cloaths is wrapt, in Manger laid,
To whom too narrow Swadlings are our Spheares.
Run (Shepheards) run, and solemnize his Birth,
This is that Night, no, Day grown great with Blisse,
In which the Power of Satan broken is,
In Heaven be Glory, Peace unto the Earth;
Thus singing through the Aire the Angels swame,
And all the Stars re-ecchoed the same.