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To the city of David,
To be taxed indeed, E'en as Caesar Augustus
Had firmly decreed.
Being come to the city,
Entertainment they craved, But the inns were so filled
They no lodging could have; For the birth of our Saviour,
Tho' he was Prince of all, He could have there no place
But a poor oxes stall.
Now the proud may come hither,
And perfectly see The most excellent pattern
Of humility ; For instead of a cradle,
Deckt with ornaments gay, Here the great King of Glory
In a manger he lay.
As the Shepherds were feeding Of their flocks in the field,
The sweet birth of our Saviour Unto them was reveal'd, |
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