  A A CHILD this day is born, A child of high renown, Most worthy of a sceptre, A sceptre and a crown. Novels, novels, novels, Novels, sing all we may, Because the King of all kings Was born this blessed day. The which the holy prophets Spake of long time before, That from the fall of Adam He should us all restore. Novels, &c. This child, both God and man, From Heaven down to us came, He is the King of all kings, And Jesus is his name Novels, &c. These tidings shepherds heard, In field watching their fold, Were by an angel unto them, That night reveal’d and told. Who standing near by them, To them shined so bright, That they amazed were At that most glorious sight. Novels, &c. To whom the angel spoke, Saying, Be not afraid, Be glad, poor silly shepherds, Why are you so dismayed? Novels, &c. For lo! I bring you tidings Of gladness and of mirth, Which cometh to all people by This holy infant’s birth. Novels, &c. Him hath God lifted up, As light and shepherd’s horn, Which in the city of David, This present time was born. Novels, &c. The only Son of God was he, The Lord and God most highest; And He is the true shepherd, The young child Jesus Christ. Then was there with the angel, An host incontinent Of heavenly bright soldiers, Which from the highest was sent. Novels, &c. Lauding the Lord our God, And his celestial king; All glory be in Paradise, This heavenly host did sing. Novels, &c. Glory be unto our God, That sitteth still on high, With praises and with triumph great, And joyful melody. Novels, &c. But when this holy army Of heavenly soldiers bright, Was unto God returned, And vanish’d out of sight. Novels, &c. The shepherds’ hearts joyful, At this great glorious news, That the King of all kings Was risen amongst the Jews. Without the least of hinderance, Anon they went in then, And found the young child, Jesus Christ, Thus born in Bethlehem. Novels, &c. And as the angel told them, So to them did appear; They found the young child, Jesus Christ, With Mary, his mother dear. Novels, &c. Now such a place it was, Where this was come to pass, For want of room this child was laid Betwixt an ox and ass. Novels, &c. Not sumptuously, but simply, Was this young King array’d; A manger was the cradle, Where this young child was laid. Novels, &c. No pride at all was found In this most holy child, But he being void of all sin, The lamb of God most mild. His body unto bitter pains He gave to set us free; He is our Saviour, Jesus Christ, And none but only he. Novels, &c. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, All glory be therefore, To whom be all dominion Both now and evermore. Novels, &c. |
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