  G GOD’S dear Son without beginning, Whom the wicked Jews did scorn; The only wise without all sinning On this blessed day was born. To save us all from sin and thrall, When we in Satan’s chains were bound, And shed his blood to do us good, With many a purple bleeding wound. At Bethlehem, king David’s city, Mary’s Babe had sweet creation, God and Man endu’d with pity, And a Saviour of each nation. Yet Jewry land with cruel hand, Both first and last his power envy’d; Where He was born, they did Him scorn, And shew’d Him malice when He died. No princely palace for our Saviour, In Judea could be found. But blessed Mary’s meek behaviour, Patiently upon the ground, Her babe did place in vile disgrace, Where oxen in their stalls did feed; No midwife mild had this sweet Child, No kingly robes nor golden treasure Deck’d the birth-day of God’s Son; No pompal train at all took pleasure To this King of kings to run. No mantle brave could Jesus have, Upon His cradle for to lye; No musick’s charms in nurse’s arms, To sing the Babe a lullaby. Yet as Mary sat in solace, By our Saviour’s first beginning, Hosts of angels from God’s palace Sounded sweet from Heaven singing; Yea, heaven and earth, for Jesus’ birth, With sweet melodious tunes abound, And every thing for Jewry’s King, Upon the earth gave chearful sound. Then with angel’s love inspired, The wise princes from the East, To Bethlehem as they desired, Came whereas the Lord did rest: And there they laid before the maid, Before her Son, our God and King, Their offerings sweet, as was most meet, Unto so great a power to bring. Now to Him that us redeemed, By His precious death and passion; And us sinners so esteemed Yield lasting fame that still the name Of Jesus may be honored here; And let us say that Christmas Day Is still the best day in the year. |
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