Classic Poem

This first day of the year
Jesus to us doth give
His pure and precious blood
That we in him may live
A most rare new-years gift
A greater none can have
A gift more rich and precious
None can desire or Crave.

This gift brings us great Joy,
And makes us all admire,
It proves His love for us
To be all flames and fire
And for our sake this day
Jesus is His sweet name,
A name which cost him deare
His blood's spilt for the same.

This name doth cost him deare
By Circumsision knife
For it this day he bleeds
And after gives his life

Coverd with costly Red
In his own blood He lies
Prepared to give the rest
When on the Cross he dyes.

Both heaven and earth admire.
And doe adore Jesus
To Himself this day severe,
And mercyfull to us
As soon as he's made man
And being but eight dayes Old
For us he gives his blood
More precious than all gold

But how can Circumsision
With Jesus's name agree
The true marke of a sinner
To savior Joyned be
If circumsis'd how saviour
If saviour why circumsis'd
Why should this marke of sinners
To saviour be apply'd

What's done on this great day
By circumsis'd Jesus,
Is comfort and delight
Wonder and Joy to us
Who never had beginning
He by whom all begun
Begins this day the worke
Of our Salvation

Bless'd be this new years day
Bless's be this name Jesus
Bless'd be this day of grace
And mercy unto us
Let's all put on new hearts
To give to our Jesus
No other new years gift
Doth he require from us.