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 Jebu-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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Happy night, a day was never,
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halfe so happy, sweet and faire:
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Singing souldiers, blessed ever,
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fill the sky with sweetest ayre.
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Amaz'd 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,
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It was fore-told,
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this night hath God himselfe a Sonne.
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There appeares a golden Usher,
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Kings attending on her traine:
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The bright Sunne could not out-blush her,
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such a Star ne're shone againe.
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See now, it stayes,
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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 black as hell:
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But a greater power confin'd him,
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and his purpose did repell.
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Who should betray,
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Doe 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 kneele before
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this God and Man, to God a Sonne.
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'Twas upon a Comments blazing,
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Cuma to Augustus said,
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This for-shews an act ameazing,
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for a Mother, still a Maid,
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A Babe shall heare,
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That all 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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he's 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:
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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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[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 Disciples slept;]
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See him in the [Garden sweating,]
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drops of bloud, [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 t[o lose 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 preciou[s death.]
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See him by the souldiers taken,
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when with Ave, and a kisse,
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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 borne to lose 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 Pilate,
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like a base offender stript,
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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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