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I will sing with the Spirit, and I will sing with the understanding also.
CELEBRATING THE MYSTERIES AND CHIEF FESTIVALS OF
THE YEAR, ACCORDING TO THE MANNER OF THE ANCIENT CHURCH; FITTED TO THE FANCY AND DEVOTION OF THE YOUNGER AND PIOUS PERSONS : APT FOR MEMORY, AND TO BE JOINED TO THEIR OTHER PRAYERS.
Hymns for Advent, or the Weeks immediately before the Birth
of our Blessed Saviour.
WHEN, Lord, O when, shall we
Our fainting eyes
One day of Eden's seven:
Of sin and death,
Wherein each vile neglected place,
Gilt with the aspect of thy face,
How long, dear God, how long !
Knit and combin'd
Pity our multitude ;
Lord, we are vile and rude,
O haste apace,
And thy bright self to this our body wed;
Spruce, as the childhood of the year,
The second Hymn for Advent ; or, Christ's coming to
Jerusalem in triumph.
LORD, come away ;
Why dost thou stay?
With longing expectation wait
Profane that holy place,
Where thou hast chose to set thy face.
The stones out of the temple-wall
Shall cry aloud and call Hosannah! and thy glorious footsteps greet.-Amen. Hymns for Christmas Day.
Yet such was he
Sheep to the Shepherd-Lamb.
Bring all the world into thy fold;
Let Jews and Gentiles hither come
And call thy lambs, that wander, home.
Glory be to God on high ;
The second Hymn ; being a Dialogue between three Shepherds. 1. WHERE is this blessed Babe,
That hath made
And expectation ?
That crowns each nation
2. Where should he be but in the throng,
His angel-ministers, that sing
And take wing
3. But he hath other waiters now;
A poor cow,
An ox, and mule, stand and behold,
Him that can thunder.
Chorus. O what a gracious God have we !
How good, how great !-ev'n as our misery.
The third Hymn: of Christ's Birth in an Inn. The blessed Virgin travail'd without pain,
And lodged in an inn;
A glorious star the sign,
For there He lay,
And then he comes,
And sets us free
From the ungodly empery
And in our breast
Be pleas’d to rest,
And cause, that sin
A Hymn upon St. John's Day.
Who in his bosom lay,
And kept the keys
Which, to the world dispensed by his hand,
Made it stand
To anticipate, by their ravish'd sight,
The beauty of celestial delight.
Shall fall away,
And, in this last supper, I
For ever in eternity. Hallelujah.
Upon the Day of the Holy Innocents.
At the obsequies
Of their babes, that cry
He, that came with life to all,
Which now does ride
Trampling upon Herod's pride; Passing, from their fontinels of clay, To heaven a milky and a bloody way.
All their tears and groans are dead,
And they to rest and glory fled; Lord, who wert pleas'd so many babes should fall, Whilst each sword hop'd that ev'ry of the all Was the desired King: make us to be In innocence like them,-in glory, Thee.--Amen.