On Christmas Day
Assist me Muse divine to sing the morn,
On which the Saviour of mankind was born;
But oh! what numbers to the theme can rise?
Unless kind angels aid me from the skies?
Methinks I see the tunefull Host descend,
And with officious joy the scene attend!
Hark, by their hymns directed on the road,
The gladsome shepherds find the nascent God!
And view the Infant conscious of his Birth,
Smiling bespeak Salvation to the Earth!
For when the important Æra first drew near
In which the great Messiah should appear;
And to accomplish his redeeming Love,
Resign a while his glorious throne above;
Beneath our form should every Woe sustain,
And by triumphant suffering fix his Reign,
Should for the lost man in tortures yield his Breath
Dying to save us from eternal Death!
Oh mystick union!—salutary Grace!
Incarnate God our nature should embrace!
That Deity should stoop to our Disguise!
That man recovered should regain the skies!
Dejected adam! from thy grave ascend,
And ours the Serpent's Deadly malice end;
Adorning bless th' Almighty's boundless Grace
That gave his son a Ransome for thy Races!
Oh never let my soul this Day forget,
But pay in gratefull praise her annual Debt
To him, whom tis my Trust, I shall [adore]
When time and sin, and Death [shall be no more.]