Christmastide - online book

Its History, Festivities And Carols

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	The only wise without all sinning On this blessed day was born. To save us all from sin and thrall, When we in Satan's chains were bound, And shed his blood to do us good, With many a purple bleeding wound. At Bethlehem, king David's city, Mary's Babe had sweet creation, God and Man endu'd with pity, And a Saviour of each nation. Yet Jewry land with cruel hand, Both first and last his power envy'd; Where He was born, they did Him scorn, And shew'd Him malice when He died. No princely palace for our Saviour, In Judea could be found, But blessed Mary's meek behaviour, Patiently upon the ground, Her babe did place in vile disgrace, Where oxen in their stalls did feed; No midwife mild had this sweet Child, Nor woman's help at mother's need.