Sin once reached up to God's eternal sphere,
And was committed, not remitted there.
And was committed, not remitted there.
Robert Herrick
_ The room is 'cens'd: help, help t' invoke
Heaven to come down, the while we choke
The temple with a cloud of smoke.
4. Come then, and gently touch the birth
Of Him, who's Lord of Heaven and Earth:
5. And softly handle Him; y'ad need,
Because the pretty Babe does bleed.
Poor pitied Child! who from Thy stall
Bring'st, in Thy blood, a balm that shall
Be the best New-Year's gift to all.
1. Let's bless the Babe: and, as we sing
His praise, so let us bless the King.
_Chor. _ Long may He live till He hath told
His New-Years trebled to His old:
And when that's done, to re-aspire
A new-born Phoenix from His own chaste fire.
99. GOD'S PARDON.
When I shall sin, pardon my trespass here;
For once in hell, none knows remission there.
100. SIN.
Sin once reached up to God's eternal sphere,
And was committed, not remitted there.
101. EVIL.
Evil no nature hath; the loss of good
Is that which gives to sin a livelihood.
102. THE STAR-SONG: A CAROL TO THE KING SUNG AT WHITEHALL.
_The Flourish of Music; then followed the Song. _
1. Tell us, thou clear and heavenly tongue,
Where is the Babe but lately sprung?
Lies he the lily-banks among?
2. Or say, if this new Birth of ours
Sleeps, laid within some ark of flowers,
Spangled with dew-light; thou canst clear
All doubts, and manifest the where.
3. Declare to us, bright star, if we shall seek
Him in the morning's blushing cheek,
Or search the beds of spices through,
To find him out.
_Star. _ No, this ye need not do;
But only come and see Him rest
A Princely Babe in's mother's breast.
Heaven to come down, the while we choke
The temple with a cloud of smoke.
4. Come then, and gently touch the birth
Of Him, who's Lord of Heaven and Earth:
5. And softly handle Him; y'ad need,
Because the pretty Babe does bleed.
Poor pitied Child! who from Thy stall
Bring'st, in Thy blood, a balm that shall
Be the best New-Year's gift to all.
1. Let's bless the Babe: and, as we sing
His praise, so let us bless the King.
_Chor. _ Long may He live till He hath told
His New-Years trebled to His old:
And when that's done, to re-aspire
A new-born Phoenix from His own chaste fire.
99. GOD'S PARDON.
When I shall sin, pardon my trespass here;
For once in hell, none knows remission there.
100. SIN.
Sin once reached up to God's eternal sphere,
And was committed, not remitted there.
101. EVIL.
Evil no nature hath; the loss of good
Is that which gives to sin a livelihood.
102. THE STAR-SONG: A CAROL TO THE KING SUNG AT WHITEHALL.
_The Flourish of Music; then followed the Song. _
1. Tell us, thou clear and heavenly tongue,
Where is the Babe but lately sprung?
Lies he the lily-banks among?
2. Or say, if this new Birth of ours
Sleeps, laid within some ark of flowers,
Spangled with dew-light; thou canst clear
All doubts, and manifest the where.
3. Declare to us, bright star, if we shall seek
Him in the morning's blushing cheek,
Or search the beds of spices through,
To find him out.
_Star. _ No, this ye need not do;
But only come and see Him rest
A Princely Babe in's mother's breast.
