An excellent new Ballad of the Birth and Passion of
our Saviour Christ. To the tune of Dulcina.
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JUry came to Jerusalem,
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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 again:
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A gift so blest,
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So good the best
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that ere was seen, 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 Son.
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Happy night, a day was never
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half so happy sweet and fair;
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Singing Souldiers blessed ever,
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fill the sky with sweetest air.
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Amazd men fear,
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They see, they hear,
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yet doubt and ask how this was done,
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Twas bid behold,
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It was foretold,
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This night hath God himself a Son.
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There appears a golden Usher,
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Kings attending on his train;
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The bright Sun could not out-blush her,
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such a Star nere shone again.
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See now it stays,
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Seeming it says,
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go in and see what there is done,
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A Child whose birth,
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Leagues Haven and Eearth,
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Jesus to us, to God a Son.
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Subtill Herod sought to find him,
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with a purpose black as Hell;
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But a greater power confind him,
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and his purpose did repell:
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Who should betray,
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Do all obey,
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as fitting was it should be done;
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They all adore,
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And kneel before,
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this God and Man, to God a Son.
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Twas upon a Comets blazing,
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Cuma to Augustus said,
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This foreshews an act amazing,
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for a Mother still a Maid,
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A Babe shall bear,
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That all must fear,
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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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hes God, a Man, to God a Son.
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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 Jews mistook the thunder,
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should proclaim 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:
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Then wee as they
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Rejoice and say,
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We have a Saviour, God a Son.
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The second Part, to the same Tune.
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TUrn your eyes that are affixed
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on this worlds deceiving things,
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And with joyes and sorrows mixed
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look upon the King of Kings;
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Who left his Throne,
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With joyes unknown,
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took flesh like ours, like us drew breath,
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For us to dye,
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Here fix your eye,
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and think upon his pretious death.
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See him in the Garden praying,
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whilst his sad Discip[l]es slept;
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See him in the Garden sweating,
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drops of blood and how he wepd:
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As Man he was,
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He wept (alas)
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and trembling feard to lose his breath:
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Yet to heavens will
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He yielded still,
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then think upon his pretious death.
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See him by the Souldiers taken
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when with Ave and a kiss,
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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 guarded round)
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to Cajaphas born to lose his breath:
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There see the Jews
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Heavens King abuse,
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O! think upon his pretious death.
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See him in the hands of Pilate,
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like a base offender strippd
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See the moan and tears they smile at,
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while they see our Saviour whippd,
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Behold him bleed,
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His purple weed,
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record while you have life and breath:
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His taunts and scorns,
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His Crown of thorns,
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O! think upon his pretious death.
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See him in the hour of parting,
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hanging on the bloody Crosse;
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See his wounds conceive his smarting,
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and our gain by his lifes losse.
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On either side
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A fellon dyd,
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the one derides him leaving breath,
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Te other prays
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And humbly says,
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O save me by thy pretious death.
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See how in these pangs he thirsted,
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and that heat to cool did call.
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How these Jews (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 again,
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commending with his latest breath:
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The world he leaves,
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That man deceives,
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O think upon his pretious death.
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