An excellent new Ballad of the Birth and Passion, of our Saviour Christ.

To the tune of, Dulcina.
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IVry [...]e to Jebu-salem,
(all the World was taxed then)
Blessed Mary brought to Bethelem,
more than all the World agen:
A gift so blest
So good, the best
that ere was séene, was heard or done;
A King, a Christ,
Prophet and Priest,
a Iesus, God, a Man, a Sonne.
Happy night, a day was never,
halfe so happy, swéet and faire:
Singing souldiers, blessed euer,
fill the sky with swéetest ayre.
Amaz'd men feare,
They sée they heare,
yet doubt, and aske how this was tone:
'Twas bid, be bold,
It was fore-told,
this night hath God himselfe a Sonne.
There appeares a golden Vsher,
Kings attending on her traine:
The bright Sunne could not out-blush her,
such a Star ne're shone againe.
Sée now, it stayes,
Séeming it sayes
goe in and see, what there is done:
A Child, whose birth
Leagues heaven and earth,
Jesus to vs, to God a Sonne.
Subtill Herod sought to find him,
with a purpose black as heil:
But a greater power confin'd him,
and his purpose did repell.
Who should betray,
Doe all obey,
as fitting was it should be done,
They all adore,
And knéele before
this God and Man, to God a Sonne.
'Twas upon a Comments blazing,
Cuma to Augustus said,
This for-shews an act ameazing,
for a Mother, still a Maid,
A Babe shall heare,
That all must feare,
and suddenly it must be done,
Nay, Caesar thou
To him must bow,
he'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 have a Saviour, God a Sonne.
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Sée him [...]
while his [...]
See him in the [...]
drops of bloud [...]
As Man he was,
He wept (alas)
and trembling, feard t [...]
Yet to Heauens will,
He yéelded still,
then thinke upon his precio [...] [...]
Sée him by the souldiers taken,
when with Ave, and a kisse,
He that Heaven had quite forsaken,
had betrayed him, and with this,
Behold him (bound
And guarded round)
to Caiaphas borne to lose his breath:
There sée the Iewes.
Heavens King abuse,
O thinke upon his precious death.
Sée him in the hands of Pilate,
like a base offender stript,
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