2 Immortal babe, who this dear day Didst change thine Heaven for our clay, And didst with flesh thy Godhead vail, Eternal Son of God, All-hail. Shine happy star, ye Angels sing Glory on high to Heavens King: Run Shepherds, leave your nightly watch, See Heaven come down to @3Bethleems@1 cratch. Worship ye Sages of the East The King of Gods in meanness drest. O blessed maid smile and adore The God thy womb and armes have bore. Star, Angels, Shepherds, and wise sages; Thou Virgin glory of all ages Restored frame of Heaven and Earth Joy in your dear Redeemers Birth. |