V. Barnaby Barnes

AS those three kings, touch’d with a sacred zeale,

By presents rich made royal offerture,

Our new-borne Saviour’s blessing to procure,

Borne in an oxe-stall for our publique weale,

When in adoring Him they did reveale

His Godhead, by those gifts they did assure:

So let Faith, Hope, and Love, make overture

Of new salvation, which themselves conceale

In this base mortall stable, sinne’s foul place,

Where of eternal joyes they may present

To my salvation, borne of thy deare grace,

Such rich propines as, from thy Gospel sent,

By precious incense may my spirit bring,

The tearmeless praises of my God to sing.