Two hymns for the nativity of Christ Whereunto are added, a new-yeers gift, and an hymn for the feast of Twelf-Tide. The music part being set by Mr. R.M.

Two hymns for the nativity of Christ Whereunto are added, a new-yeers gift, and an hymn for the feast of Twelf-Tide. The music part being set by Mr. R.M.

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An HYMN For the Nativity of Christ, Sung as by Shepherds.

Another.

THE NEW-YEERS GIFT.

An HYMN for the EPIPHANIE, Or, Feast of Twelftide.

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TWO HYMNS For the Nativity of CHRIST. Whereunto are added, A New-yeers Gift, AND An HYMN for the Feast of TWELF-TIDE.

The Musical part being set by Mr R. M.

Printed at LONDON, 1650.

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An HYMN For the Nativity of Christ, Sung as by Shepherds.

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RIse, sullen Sun, what lie a bed!

Thou deep, dull trait'rous hypocrite:

The Sun of Heav'n hath shewn his head

This morn, and not your beams light yet?

For shame, for shame, bring perfect day;

For here's a Sun in beams of Hay;

Who hath brought perfect beams to night,

[...] yet your beams must give them light.

Then rear thy head, and go along

With us, in power of Praise and Song.

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Heark, how the Angels from the sky,

All sorts of Cherubins beside,

Divinely make one Harmony,

At this Decembers blessed Tide:

Angels above, and Kings below,

To make compleat this day, bestow

Sweet Odours from the East,

To scent our Phoenix nest,

And Gold t'enrich this Feast.

The Firmament in bright aray,

Is beautifi'd with Stars, and laid

In Gold, as if upon this day

Order'd to wait upon the Babe.

Stars splendent shew, cause from us far,

Out of a Manger, shines a Star

Which more light to the world

Affords, then those Stars twirl'd,

Or 'bout the Poles are whirl'd.

In the vast Skie a Star did shine

To us poor Shepherds: by that light

W'were brought unto the Babe divine,

Delivered from Natures night;

Where in an Inne, nay Horses Inne,

The Babe his first breath did begin.

O vast Eternity,

Godhead-Divinity,

Manhood-Nativity!

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This is the News we Shepherds bring;

Our eyes have seen a starry Stranger:

We kiss'd the Cradle of our King

At Bethlehem, a dirty Manger;

Whose body tender close did lie

Unto his Mother, Virgin Mary.

A Virgin chaste and pure,

As Mother, did endure

The pangs of Woman sure.

We saw no Curtains but black Night,

The Virgin-Mother to keep warm:

Earths nightly rayment turn'd to white,

When Blessedness it self was born:

And so the Firmament did strow

Its Winter-stars, pure Snow, below.

So bedded was the Cradle,

And lined was the Stable

With pure, but cold Moveables.

No sooner from the womb he came,

Translated God for Man did cry:

Virgin, Maid, Mother, Married-dame,

She was by this blest Deity.

Earth, wonder much; Heaven, much more!

Godhead clothed in Manhood poor.

Gold like to Gold, when sod,

Appears, though in dirt trod:

And God, in Flesh, was God.

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The Babe sings, cries, and tunes out groans,

As if he hence departing were.

What draws out groans, but inward moans

And after groans, drop trickling tears.

Oh what a day is this to us,

That God for Man must suffer thus!

Highest with One above,

Man 'mongst men must move,

Vastness of depths in love.

We saw the Babe, the Babe this morn;

Compute we cannot yet his age:

Before yeers were, he long was born,

In Gods intent, to feed his Rage,

Lest it should Man devour. Wee see

Him born, who was born before we.

Adam first, this Adam next;

So in order to the Text,

This born before That exprest.

Farewel, dear Virgin, rich with Balms,

And Sweets of heavenly Paradice:

Paradice thou hast in thine arms,

A fleshy Bundle of heavens Spice,

Which dropt from heaven in Humane form.

Regain'd is Paradice this morn.

Oblest Nativity,

Which from the Deity

Sprang this Benignity.

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And thee, dear Babe, whose Royal head

Embalmed lies in Innocence;

Betwixt two brests making thy bed:

She could procure none other fence.

Should he return to earth again,

'Would finde less Faith, and more Disdain.

With Garlands wreath'd with Bays,

And Rose-Mary always,

We'll crown this birth of days.

God is become an earthly guest:

'Tis the sweet pride of his Humility,

To board himself at Maries brest;

And where he tables, there to lie.

Sweet are thy shifts, thou King of kings,

Sucking all day two milky springs:

And when at night th'art call'd to bed,

No more th'are food, but pillows spred,

To rest thy wearied head. They prove

At once both Food, and Bed of love.

Another.

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NOt yet arriv'd, swift Post of Day!

Into the Stars thy Chariot

Is driven, or else another way

Turn'd; so the neerest way forgot.

Thou flying Day, thou winged Car,

Thou art out-gone by a Foot-post Star,

Which shin'd a Sun, and had such streams,

As led us to the Son of beams.

A gross Mistake! the Sun's awake,

And dances on the Ocean;

Now draws his streams from off the Lake,

And to the Earth's in motion.

Thus are we cozened with a fine Mistake;

The Sun's long rose, we new awake.

Vollies of voice both strong and loud

We'll sing, till he's wrapt in his Cloud.

Glory hath chang'd seats with the high

And mighty Majestie of Heaven:

For, in this little Majestie,

Is perfect God to the Earth given.

Thus God above here made a bed

For God belowe to lay his head.

Eternal vast Eternity

Heaven doth this day afford the Earth.

Welcome, sweet Span of endless glory!

Angels and we thus sound thy Birth.

[Page] Since Heaven is here, we'll look no higher,

Finding God here, in Mans attire.

What need we upwards roll our eyes,

To view the firmament of Stars?

For here's the Sphere, where fixed lyes

All beauty, which their beauty mars.

Oh here is Heaven below; we see

God lying on his mother's knee.

But we'll up look, and view the clear

Bright firmament of Stars: What now?

They're fixed in his eyes, the Sphear

All circled by his smoothe white brow.

Thus are we taught by what's here given,

No more t' looke up, but down, to Heaven,

Heark, here is more of Heaven now heard;

Stars from his eyes do fal apace;

At which brisk Cherubs not afraid,

Enthrone themselves upon his face,

Sucking the Diamondt from his eyes,

Then flye away, and in the skies

Scatrer fresh Stars, and so became

The watry region twixt two Heavens,

To be remade a spangled frame,

Since Heaven and Earth were twins themselves.

Therefore no eldership is made

Twixt Heaven and Earth, since here he's laid,

[Page] For, long before a day was made,

He, as you see, in earth was laid.

Now welcome all that's from above,

And welfare all that are belowe:

Let's sing the story of heavens love:

The Spheres are at it long ago:

And shall the Earth, that's new made Heaven,

Not with the Spheres in praise be even?

Musick and Love shall have a Duel,

Which shall out-vie in sound and shew;

And yet we'll adde some sacred fuel,

To heighten Voice with Musick too.

But such a Concord shall agree,

As if Earth were Heavens harmony.

Sound, Heaven and Earth, each sweet-lipp'd thing,

And burn Perfumes at ev'ry Song;

Bedew with Myrrhe each well-stretch'd string,

And tune a Base that's heard among

The Quire of Angels; so they shall,

To hear our sounds, be ravish'd all.

Whilst the small Musick shall affright

The Inne th'rowont, and wake each Groom▪

That hath not slept two hours this night,

And yawning, wonder it should be noon.

With speed, affrighted, to the Stable

They run, to cleanse, but are not able.

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Some of the Hay hath Angels quilted,

To cover here this All-Small-Great;

Whilst some, like rays, his eyes have gilded,

As lacing to his lodging-sheet.

You see the Babe, a minute old,

Turns spires of Grass to beams of Gold.

If any ask why yellow's Hay,

It's soon resolv'd; God 'mongst it lay.

No more of mirth, the Babe's at rest,

Lull'd with the Lullabies of Mary,

In the warm Cradle 'twixt her brest,

Lest the pure Lamb should else miscarry.

Sweet Babe, it is thy mothers faith,

To fear, though God in arms she hath.

Fear not, weep not, sweetest Mary;

Why strew you tears on the face

Of your lull'd Babe? Tears will carry

News to his Father from this place,

That you, for pain of this poor morn,

More sigh, then joy that God is born.

Let not thy faith, sweet Mary, slinch:

Hosts of bright Angels centre can,

With all their glory, in an inch,

And cannot yours in this blest Span?

Many in less, and cannot one

Have faith enough in God, her own?

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Oh wouldst thou know what heaven is doing?

Preparing Maps to draw a new

Celestiall Compasse: They are viewing

Thee and the Babe; that Heaven's you two▪

A Heavenly Substance, not a Map,

Mary, thou hast upon thy lap.

Oh Virgin-son, by title Heir

No Heaven; by birth, a Heaven it selfe:

Thy Virgin-mothers Dearest fair,

Thou King of Earth, not of its Wealth:

What shall we offer up unto thee?

Thou King of Heaven we have nothing for thee.

The Infant-day's an hour old:

Day and thy Beams do clear discover

The Vileness of poor Shepherds bold,

To tune thy birth before thy mother.

Give thee us leave hence to depart,

We'll come and praise thee with new heart,

And fill this Kingly Court of thine,

If thou accept our home-spun loves,

With this our Sacrifice Divine,

A flain fat Lamb, fair Turtle Doves:

Such, and our selves, we will prefer

A Sacrifice at thy Alter:

And so we'll spend in clouds of Bayes,

And Rosemary, this Christ-tide prayse.

And if thy Court, dread Babe, remove from us,

The Sun not Stars, shall guide us to the Jesus.

THE NEW-YEERS GIFT.

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THou hast the art of Time: Alwayes in haste,

Flying continually, and yet not waste

One grain of sand! Nor doth thy rossing speed

Make Times pass wider, or the sand more glide;

But Measur'st Time so truly by thy Glass,

That not a sand, till its due time, doth pass.

Thou wastes not by thy haste; but bringst about

Thy hour unto our yeers end; so turn'st out

The Old, to entertain a New; and then

Turn'st up thy Annual Glass, to run agen;

Charging thy hour to hold course with the Sun,

And with such speed to haste, till th'yeer be done.

What! Is our yeer an hour? Time flyes indeed:

And is thy hour a yeer? there wants wing'd speed;

Thy yeer's but short, thy hour wondrous long:

Both short of ours, yet with our yeer art gon.

Dark Riddles of Mysterious Time! What's day,

If that thy hour's a yeer? Resolve I pray.

Nay, what are Days and Months? when sum'd up all,

Are in an hour, and yet that's Annual!

Time with such time th'hast no time; yet thou hast

The hour for this yeer, that thou had'st for the last.

And since thy golden Minuts run a fresh,

Heaven ope our hands and hearts, that we may express

The bounty of this Day in several wayes;

And whilst some give, let others give their praise

For what's receiv'd; others that on this day

Do nothing give, lift up their hands and Pray,

That Joy would kiss this infant-budding-yeer,

And crown our hopeful Seasons that appear,

Through the fresh Spring-tide of this glorious day:

Heavens Casements ope, and all its beams display,

Kissing and courting Earth, as if there were

At once two Deities in Heaven and Here.

How sweetly tune the Spheres? How moves the Sun?

That antick Masquer knows not where to run

To hide his head this morne, seeing one shines

In Earth more glorious: he droops, and so declines.

An HYMN for the EPIPHANIE, Or, Feast of Twelftide.

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WHat rock'd asleep in a Ruby-bed

Of Worth, or Imitation!

Come, rise, and shew thy Rosie head,

After the Circumcision.

What, must thy Chariot still appear

Lin'd with Vermillion lacings?

It's Twelftide now; present most clear

Thy self in golden facings.

Shine circumgloriously th'rowout

The Vniverse, and let thy tresses

Be hung with Diamonds all about:

Shew Earth a wonder in Heavens dresses.

So shall a day of Ioy be shewn,

By the brisk masquing of thy beauty:

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Why so thou shinest; it's but thy duty

To keep, this day, a Revelling

Th'rowout thy Azure Territories;

Whilst Angels come a gossiping,

Crowning the earth with equal glories,

Bright Sun, this is thy Wedding-day:

The Nightly Ladies soft-foot Teem

Will meet thee in a starry way,

Whilst Thou art King, and She thy Queen.

Matching and making Pairs is Heaven,

To keep on Earth Society:

Iudge by this Heaven, that Heaven hath given;

Here God and Man a couple lie.

A high-born Festival is this;

The Last the Greatest kept it seems.

Twelf-day the highest Number is;

We'll crown it with crown'd Kings and Queens.

And since our Ioys can mount no higher

[...] Sight, they shall in Faith. Then rear

Each winged soul, made to admire

The Festivals kept there and here.

[...]ut what the Babe hath, look; he lies

[...]ucking his food through pipes of Cherries.

FINIS.

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Two hymns for the nativity of Christ Whereunto are added, a new-yeers gift, and an hymn for the feast of Twelf-Tide. The music part being set by Mr. R.M.

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— Two hymns for the nativity of Christ Whereunto are added, a new-yeers gift, and an hymn for the feast of Twelf-Tide. The music part being set by Mr. R.M., R. M., Ward, Samuel, ill..

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