Classic Poem

The Angel saith to Joseph mild
Fly with the Mother and the Child,
Out of this land to Egypt go,
The Heavenly Babe will have it so;
For that his hour is not yet come,
To die for Man's Redemption.

Proud Herod he doth froth and frown
Feareth to lose Kingdom and Crown,
Full of distain and full of scorn,
He must destroy this young King born;
But stay, his hour is not yet come
To die for Man's Redemption.

Herod, forbear this cruel flood
Of the most pure innocent Blood,
To thee a crown this Child doth bring
To make thee happier than a king;
From highest Heavens along he's come
To die for Man's Redemption.