Classic Poem

from thosse words in luke 2 7 & laid him in a manager because there was no room for him in the inne

How strange this word, sounds in my ears
(ther was no room for him)
Who was above created peers
but in a sorry Inne

Nay worse then this, was yet his doom
Ther's no room in the Inne
But in the stable, was his room
though Zions crowned king

He did att first. the world creat
yet in it could not find
A room, to Lodg his weary head
t'was soe hard, and unkind

He who commands both sea, and land
the world, with all its traine
Hee whom we cannot comprehand
was in a manger lain

Hee came down here unto his own
and they recevi'd him not
Though he had left, his fathers throne
room they'd not make one jot.

Well world, I'le never wonder more
att all thy usage bad
My deer Lord, whom angels adore
no better usage had.

Come take a lodging in my hart
and ther erect thy throne
Do not distaine, to fill each part
deer Lord, tis all thyne own