Classic Poem

Fa irest of morning Lights appear,
Thou blest and gaudy day,
On whom was born our Saviour dear,
Make haste and c[o]me away.

See, See, our pensive breasts do pant,
Like gasping Land we lie,
Thy holy Dews our souls do want.
We faint, we pine, we die.

Let from the skies a joyfull Rain
Like Mel or Manna fall.
Whose searching drops our sins may drain,
And quench our sorrows all.

This day prevents his day of Doom,
His mercy now is nigh.
The mighty God of love is come;
The day-spring from on high.

Behold the great Creator makes
Himself an house of clay.
A Robe of Virgin flesh he takes
Which he will wear for ay.

Heark, heark, the wise Eternal Word,
Like a weak Infant cries,
In form of servant is the Lord;
And God in Cradle lies.

This wonder struck the world amaz'd;
It shook the stary frame.
Squadrons of spirits stood and gaz'd.
Then down in Troops they came.

Glad Shepherds ran to view this sight,
A quire of Angels sings,
And Eastern Sages with delight
Adore this King of Kings.

Bis . Joyn then all hearts that are not stone,
And all our voices prove
To celebrate this holy One,
The God of Peace and Love.