Christmas day

A Son the Night before this blessed Morne,
A troupe of Angels vnto Shepheards told,
Where in a Stable hee was poorely borne,
Whom nor the earth, nor Heau'n of heau'ns can hold.
Through Bethlem rung this newes at their returne;
Yea, Angels sung, that GOD WITH VS was borne:
And they made mirth, because we should not mourne.

His loue therefore, oh! let vs all confesse;
and to the Sonnes of men his workes expresse.

This fauour Christ vouchsafed for our sake:
To buy vs Throanes He in a Manger lay;
Our weaknesse tooke, that we his strength might take,
And was disrob'd that he might vs aray:
Our flesh he wore,
Our sinne to weare away:
Our curse he bore,
That we escape it may;
And wept for vs, that we might sing for aye.

His loue therefore, oh! let vs all confesse;
And to the Sonnes of men his workes expresse.