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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

On the Nativitie of My Saviour

XXIV. Benjamin Jonson

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 sheep’erds said,

Who saw the light, and were afraid,

Yet search’d, and true they found it.

The Sonne of God, th’ Eternall King,

That did us all salvation bring,

And freed the soule from danger;

Hee whom the whole world could not take,

The Word, which heaven and earth did make,

Was now laid in a manger.

What comfort by him doe wee winne,

Who made himself the price of sinne,

To make us heires of glory?

To see this babe all innocence,

A martyr borne in our defence;

Can man forget this storie?