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<HEAD>VERSES, Pre&s;ented to his Ma&s;ters in the Ward of St. <HI>Giles's Cripplegate,</HI> within the Freedom.</HEAD>
<BYLINE>By <HI>William Bri&s;coe,</HI> Bell-man.</BYLINE>
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<HEAD>On Chri&s;tma&s;s Day.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>CHri&s;tma&s;s is come; The great Cathedral Fea&s;t:</L>
<L>Chri&s;tma&s;s, the day of Labour, not of Re&s;t,</L>
<L>On which the Word, and Workman of Creation,</L>
<L>Came, not to re&s;t, but work for our Salvation:</L>
<L>He came, according to Prophetick Truth,</L>
<L>To work, to be in labour from His youth:</L>
<L>De&s;cending to a Manger, from his Throne:</L>
<L>He came to do our bus'ne&s;s, not his own.</L>
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<HEAD>Another for Chri&s;tma&s;s Day.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>VVIth Angels man now &s;ing with chearful voice,</L>
<L>More cau&s;e ha&s;t thou, than Angels to rejoice:</L>
<L>The Peace proclaim'd this morn, is for thy &s;ake,</L>
<L>For thee did God, our human nature take,</L>
<L>To gain his lo&s;t-&s;heep-man, of Grace bereft,</L>
<L>Whil'&s;t Ninety Nine, he in the De&s;ert left.</L>
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<HEAD>For St. <HI>Stephen</HI>'s Day.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>BLe&s;&s;ed St. <HI>Stephen,</HI> whom the faithle&s;s <HI>Jews</HI></L>
<L>Did apprehend, and fal&s;ly him accu&s;e:</L>
<L>For &s;peaking Truth, he Stoned was to death;</L>
<L>And for his Deaths-men, pray'd to his la&s;t breath.</L>
<L>Being th' fir&s;t Martyr, as true Story &s;aith,</L>
<L>That ever &s;uffer'd for the Chri&s;tian Faith.</L>
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<HEAD>For St. <HI>John</HI>'s Day.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>St. <HI>John,</HI> who was &s;irnamed, The Divine,</L>
<L>Having &s;et forth his Go&s;pel, mo&s;t Sublime;</L>
<L>In boiling Oyl, confirm'd the Truth he wrote,</L>
<L>Where <HI>John</HI> receiv'd a Martyrs Crown; in Vote</L>
<L>Of whom we read no other Martyrdom;</L>
<L>What if <HI>John</HI> &s;tay (&s;aid Chri&s;t) until I come?</L>
</LG>
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<HEAD>For Innocents Day.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>THE <HI>Bethlem</HI>-Babes this day receiv'd their Harms,</L>
<L>The Soldiers cut them from their Mothers arms;</L>
<L><HI>Herod</HI> commands it, and it mu&s;t be done;</L>
<L>So, to cut off the Worlds Salvation:</L>
<L>Nothing could move, nor melt the Tyrant's eyes,</L>
<L>Not the Babes Innnocence, nor Mothers cries.</L>
<L>But <HI>Herod</HI>'s curs'd De&s;ign God did prevent,</L>
<L>And Chri&s;t for &s;afety, was to <HI>Egypt</HI> &s;ent.</L>
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<HEAD>On the late unhappy Fire in the City.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>GOds's heavy Scourge laid late upon the City,</L>
<L>What Eye beheld it, but with tears of pity!</L>
<L>How fa&s;t the Fire the Hou&s;es did unframe,</L>
<L>And &s;tately Streets were lickt up by the flame!</L>
<L>The formidable warning of who&s;e Rod,</L>
<L>Make us u&s;e penitent means to move our God,</L>
<L>To put his Sword of Indignation up,</L>
<L>Le&s;t all be made to ta&s;te of the &s;ame Cup.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Lord, who vouch&s;afed'&s;t with miraculous &s;peed,</L>
<L>To free thy Servants here in time of need,</L>
<L>From th' all-de&s;erving-fury of thy wrath,</L>
<L>Which on our Neighbours heavy lighted hath:</L>
<L>Though 'tis acknowledg'd, we as faulty were</L>
<L>Whom thou ha&s;t &s;par'd, as tho&s;e that &s;uffer'd there:</L>
<L>All Prai&s;e for this thy &s;pecial Mercy done,</L>
<L>Be to thy Name, &s;o long as Ages run.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>London</HI> has drunk of Sorrow's Cup &s;o deep,</L>
<L>That now for Ages, She is laid to &s;leep;</L>
<L>But in regard that underneath the Cope,</L>
<L>She was the Phoenix-City, there is hope</L>
<L>Our Children may &s;urvive to &s;ee the day,</L>
<L>When from th' Old Phoenix-City, <HI>London</HI> may</L>
<L>A new proceed; <HI>London</HI> made new agen,</L>
<L>A penitent Habitation for new men.</L>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed <HI>Decemb.</HI> the <HI>24th,</HI> in the Year MDC.LX.VII.</P>
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