Luke 2

O Thou who art inthron'd on high,
In peace now let thy Servant die,
Whose hope on thee relies:
For thou, whose words and deeds are one,
At length hast thy Salvation showne
To these my ravisht Eyes.

By thee, before thy Hands displaid
The Heavens, and Earths Foundation laid,
Vnto the World decree'd:
A Lampe to give the Gentiles Light;
A Glory, O how infinite!
To Israels faithfull Seed.