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First, came the lovely lion,
Which Jesus's grace did spring,
And of the wild beasts in the field, The lion shall be king.
We'll choose our virtuous princes,
Of birth and high degree, In every sundry nation,
Where'er we come and see.
Then Jesus, ah ! and Joseph, And Mary, that was unknown,
They travelled by a husbandman, Just while his seed was sown.
God speed thee, man ! said Jesus,
Go fetch thy ox and wain, And carry home thy corn again,
Which thou this day hast sown.
The husbandman fell on his knees,
Even before his face; Long time hast Thou been looked for,
But now Thou art come at last.
And I myself do now believe
Thy name is Jesus called; Redeemer of mankind thou art,
Though undeserving all. |
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