Who more can crave
Than thou hast done?
That gav'st a son
To frée a slave:

First made of nought;
With all since bought

Sin, death, and hell
His glorious name
Quite overcame;
Yet I rebel,

And slight the same.

But, I'll come in,
Before my loss,
Me farther toss,
As sure to win

Under his cross.

III.

AN HYMN

ON THE NATIVITY OF MY SAVIOUR.

I sing the birth was born to-night,
The author both of life and light;

The angels so did sound it.
And like the ravish'd shepherds said,
Who saw the light, and were afraid,

Yet search'd, and true they found it.

The Son of God, the Eternal King,
That did us all salvation bring,

And freed the soul from danger;

He whom the whole world could not take,*
The Word, which heaven and earth did make,
Was now laid in a manger.

The Father's wisdom will'd it so,
The Son's obedience knew no No,

Both wills were in one stature;

And as that wisdom had decreed,
The Word was now made Flesh indeed,

And took on him our nature.

What comfort by him do we win,
Who made himself the price of sin,

To make us heirs of glory!

To see this Babe, all innocence
A martyr born in our defence;

Can man forget this story?

2 He whom the whole world could not take.] i. e. contain, a latinism, Quem non capit.

A

CELEBRATION OF CHARIS.

IN TEN LYRIC PIECES.