1. Hence, hence prophane, and none appeare With any thing unhallowed, here: No jot of Leven must be found Conceal'd in this most holy Ground: 2. What is corrupt, or sowr'd with sin, Leave that without, then enter in; Chor. But let no Christmas mirth begin Before ye purge, and circumcise Your hearts, and hands, lips, eares, and eyes. 3. Then, like a perfum'd Altar, see That all things sweet, and clean may be: For, here's a Babe, that (like a Bride) Will blush to death, if ought be spi'd Ill-scenting, or unpurifi'd. Chor. 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 Heav'n and Earth; 5. And softly handle Him: y'ad need, Because the prettie Babe do's bleed. Poore-pittied Child! Who from Thy Stall Bring'st, in Thy Blood, a Balm, that shall Be the best New-yeares Gift to all. 1. Let's blesse the Babe: And, as we sing His praise; so let us blesse the King: Chor. Long may He live, till He hath told His New-yeeres trebled to His old: And, when that's done, to re-aspire A new-borne Phoenix from His own chast fire. |