Two pleasant Ditties, one of the Birth, the other of the
Passion of Christ. To the tune of Dulcina. Of Nativity.
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JUry came to Jeru-salem,
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(all the world was taxed then)
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Blessed Mary brought to Bethelem,
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more then all the world agen:
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A gift so blest,
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So good, the best
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that ere was seene, was heard or done,
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A King, a Christ,
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Prophet, and Priest:
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a Jesus, God, a Man, a Sonne.
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Happie night, a day was never,
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halfe so happie sweet and faire:
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Singing Soldiers (blessed ever)
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fill the skie with sweetest ayre.
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Amazd men feare,
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They see, they heare.
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yet doubt and aske how this was done:
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Twas bid, be bold,It was foretold,
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this night hath God himselfe a Son,
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There appeares a golden Usher,
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Kings attending in their traine:The bright Sun could not out blush her,
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such a Star nere shone againe.
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See now it staies,
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Seeming it sayes,
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Goe in and see, what there is done,
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A Child whose birth,
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Leagues heaven and earth,
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Jesus to us, to God a Sonne.
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Subtill Herod sought to find him,
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with a purpose blacke as hell:But a greater power confind him,
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and his purpose did repell:Who should betray,
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Doe al obey,
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as fitting was it should be done:They al adore,
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And kneele before,
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this God and Man, to God a Sonne.
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Twas upon a Commets blazing,
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Cuma to Augustus said,
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This fore-shewes an act amazing:
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for a Mother still a maid,
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A Babe shall beare,
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That al must feare,
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and suddenly it must be done:
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Nay Caesar thou,
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To him must bow,
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hees God, a Man, to God a Sonne.
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Is not this a blessed wonder,
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God is Man, and Man is God:
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Foolish Jewes mistooke the thunder,
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should proclaime this King abroad.
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Angels they sing,
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Behold the King,
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in Bethelem where this was done:Then we as they,
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Rejoyce and say,
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We have a Saviour, God a Sonne.
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The second part. To the same Tune.
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TUrne your eyes that are affixed
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on this worlds deceving things:And with joyes and sorrowes mixed,
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looke upon the King of Kings,
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Who let his throwne:
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With joyes unknowne: tooke flesh like ours, like us drew breath
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For us to die,
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Heere fixe our eye,
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and thinke upon his precious death.
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See him in the garden praying,
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while his sad Disciples slept:
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See him in the Garden sweating
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drops of blood and how he wept:As man he was,
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He wept (alas)
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and trembling feare to loose his breath,
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Yet to heavens will,
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He yeelded still:
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then thinke upon his precious death.
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See him by the Souldiers taken,
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when with Ave and a kisse:He that Heaven had quite forsaken,
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had betrayd him and with this,
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Behold him (bound
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And garded round)
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to Caiphas borne to loose his breath,
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There see the Jewes
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Heavens King abuse:
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O thinke upon his precious death.
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See him in the hands of Pilat,
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like a base offender stript:
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See the moane, and teares they smile at,
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while they see our Saviour whipt.
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Behold him bleed,
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His purple weede
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record, while you have life and breath,
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His taunts and scornes,
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His Crowne of thornes,
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or thinke upon his precious death.
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See him in the howre of parting,
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hanging on his bloody Crosse:See his wounds[,] conceive his smarting,
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and our gaine, by his lives losse.
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On either side
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A Fellow died,
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the one derides him leaving breath:The other prayes,
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And humbly saies:
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O save me by thy precious death.
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See as in these pangs he thirsted,
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and that heat to coole did call,
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How these Jewes (like Judas cursed)
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bring him vinegar and gall,
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His spirit then,
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To Heaven agen,
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commending with his latest breath,
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The world he leaves,
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That man deceaves:
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O thinke upon his precious death.
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