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This is the Month and this the happy morn Wh

This is the Month and this the happy morn
Wherin the Son of Heav'ns eternal King
Of wedded Maid and Virgin Mother born
Our great redemption from above did bring
For so the holy sages once did sing
That he our deadly forfeit should release
And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.

That glorious Form that Light unsufferable
And that far beaming blaze of Majesty
Wherwith he wont at Heav'ns high Councel Table
To sit the midst of Trinal Unity
He laid aside and here with us to be
Forsook the Courts of everlasting Day
And chose with us a darksom House of mortal Clay.

Say Heav'nly Muse shall not thy sacred vein
Afford a present to the Infant God?
Hast thou no vers no hymn or solemn strein
To welcom him to this his new abode
Now while the Heav'n by the Suns team untrod
Hath took no print of the approching light
And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?

See how from far upon the Eastern rode
The Star led Wisards haste with odours sweet
O run prevent them with thy humble ode
And lay it lowly at his blessed feet
Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet
And joyn thy voice unto the Angel Quire
From out his secret Altar toucht with hallow'd fire..

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