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<T On the morning of CHRISTS> <T Nativity.> Compos'd 1629. <C I.> THis is the Month, and this the happy morn Wherin the Son of Heav'ns eternal King, Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, Car great redemption from above did bring; For @o the holy @ages once did @ing, That he our deadly forfeit @hould release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace. <C II.> That glorious Form, that Light un@ufferable, And that far-beaming blaze of Maje@ty, Wherwith he wont at Heav'ns high Councel-Table, To @it the mid@t of Trinal Unity, He laid a@ide; and here with us to be, For@ook the Courts of everla@ting Day, And cho@e with us a dark@om Hou@e of mortal Clay. <C III.> Say Heav'nly Mu@e, @hall not thy @acred vein Afford a per@ent to the Infant God? Ha@t thou no vers, no hymn, or @olemn @trein, To welcom him to this his new abode, Now while the Heav'n by the Suns team untrod, Hath took no print of te approching . . .