Two pleasant Ditties, one of the Birth, the other of the Passion of Christ.
To the tune of Dulcina. Of Natiuity.
IVry came to
Ieru-salem,
(all the world was taxed then)
Blessed
Mary brought to
Bethelem,
more then all the world agen:
A gift so blest,
So good, the best
that ere was seene, was heard or done,
A King, a Christ,
Prophet, and Priest:
a Iesus, God, a Man, a Sonne.
Happie night, a day was neuer,
halfe so happie sweet and faire:
Singing Soldiers (blessed euer)
fill the skie with sweetest ayre.
Amaz'd men feare,
They see, they heare.
yet doubt and aske how this was done:
T'was bid, be bold,
It was fore told,
this night hath God himselfe a Son,
There appeares a golden Vsher,
Kings attending in their traine:
The bright Sun could not out blush her,
such a Star ner'e shone againe.
See now it staies,
Seeming it sayes,
Goe in and see, what there is done,
A Child whose birth,
Leagues heauen and earth,
Iesus to vs, to God a Sonne.
Subtill
Herod sought to find him,
with a purpose blacke as hell:
But a greater power confin
[...]d him,
and his purpose did repell:
Who should betray,
Doe al obey,
as fitting was it should be done:
They al adore,
And kneele before,
this God and Man, to God a Sonne.
'Twas vpon a Commets blazing,
Cuma to
Augustus said,
This fore-shewes an act amazing:
for a Mother still a maid,
A Babe shall beare,
That al must feare,
and suddenly it must be done:
Nay
Caesar thou,
To him must bow,
hee's God, a Man, to God a Sonne.
Is not this a blessed wonder,
God is Man, and Man is God:
Foolish Iewes mistooke the thunder,
should proclaime this King abroad.
Angels they sing,
Behold the King,
in
Bethelem where this was done:
Then we as they,
Reioyce and say,
We haue a Sauiour, God a Sonne.
The second part.
To the same Tune.
TVrne your eyes that are affixed
on this worlds deceuing things:
And with ioyes and sorrowes mixed,
looke vpon the King of Kings,
Who let his throwne:
With ioyes vnknowne:
tooke flesh like ours, like vs drew breath
For vs to die,
Heere fixe our eye,
and thinke vpon his precious death.
See him in the garden praying,
while his sad Disciples slept:
See him in the Garden sweating
drops of blood and how he wept:
As man he was,
He wept (alas)
and trembling feare to loose his breath,
Yet to heauens will,
He yeelded still:
then thinke vpon his precious death.
See him by the Souldiers taken,
when with
Aue and a kisse:
He that Heauen had quite forsaken,
had betrayd him and with this,
Behold him (bound
And garded round)
to
Caiphas borne to loose his breath,
There see the Iewes
Heauens King abuse:
O thinke vpon his precious death.
See him in the hands of
Pilat,
like a base offender stript:
See the moane, and teares they smile at,
while they see our Sauiour whipt.
Behold him bleed,
His purple weede
record, while you haue life and breath,
His taunts and scornes,
His Crowne of thornes,
or thinke vpon his precious death.
See him in the howre of parting,
hanging on his bloody Crosse:
See his wounds, conceiue his smarting,
and our gaine, by his liues losse.
On either side
A Fellow died,
the one derides him leauing breath:
The other prayes,
And humbly saies:
O saue me by thy precious death.
See as in these pangs he thirsted,
and that heat to coole did call,
How these Iewes (like
Iudas cursed)
bring him vinegar and gall,
His spirit then,
To Heauen agen,
commending with his latest breath,
The world he leaues,
That man deceaues:
O thinke vpon his precious death.
Finis.
Printed by the Assignes of Thomas Symcocke.