Two pleasant Ditties, one of the Birth, the other of the Passion of Christ.  
To the tune of Dulcina. Of Nativity.  

 

IVry came to jeru-salem,  
(all the world was taxed then)  
Blessed Mary brought to Bethelem,  
more than all the world again:  
A gift so blest,  
So good, the best  
that ere was seen, was heard or done,  
A King, a Christ,  
Prophet, and Priest:  

a jesus, God, a Man, a Son.    

Happy night, a day was never,  
half so happy sweet and fair:  
Singing Soldiers (blessed ever)  
fill the sky with sweetest air.  
Amazed men fear,  
They see, they hear.  
yet doubt and ask how this was done:  
'Twas bid, be bold,  
It was fore told,  

this night hath God himself a Son,    

There appears a golden Usher,  
Kings attending in their train:  
The bright Sun could not out blush her,  
such a Star never shone again.  
See now it stays,  
Seeming it says,  
Go in and see, what there is done,  
A Child whose birth,  
League's heaven and earth,  

jesus to us, to God a Son.    

Subtle Herod sought to find him,  
with a purpose black as hell:  
But a greater power confined him,  
and his purpose did repel:  
Who should betray,  
Do all obey,  
as fitting was it should be done:  
They all adore,  
And kneel before,  

this God and Man, to God a Son.    

'Twas upon a Comets blazing,  
Cuma to Augustus said,  
This foreshows an act amazing:  
for a Mother still a maid,  
A Babe shall bear,  
That all must fear,  
and suddenly it must be done:  
Nay Caesar thou,  
To him must bow,  

he's God, a Man, to God a Son.    

Is not this a blessed wonder,  
God is Man, and Man is God:  
Foolish jews mistook the thunder,  
should proclaim this King abroad.  
Angels they sing,  
Behold the King,  
in Bethelem where this was done:  
Then we as they,  
Rejoice and say,  

We have a Saviour, God a Son.     

The second part.  
To the same Tune.  
 

Turn your eyes that are affixed  
on this world's deceving things:  
And with joys and sorrows mixed,  
look upon the King of Kings,  
Who let his thrown:  
With joys unknown:  
took flesh like ours, like us drew breath  
For us to die,  
Hear fix our eye,  

and think upon his precious death.    

See him in the garden praying,  
while his sad Disciples slept:  
See him in the Garden sweeting  
drops of blood and how he wept:  
As man he was,  
He wept (alas)  
and trembling fear to lose his breath,  
Yet to heavens will,  
He yielded still:  

then think upon his precious death.    

See him by the Soldiers taken,  
when with Aue and a kiss:  
He that Heaven had quite forsaken,  
had betrayed him and with this,  
Behold him (bound  
And guarded round)  
to Caiphas borne to lose his breath,  
There see the jews  
Heaven's King abuse:  

O think upon his precious death.    

See him in the hands of Pilate,  
like a base offender stripped:  
See the moan, and tears they smile at,  
while they see our Saviour whipped.  
Behold him bleed,  
His purple weed  
record, while you have life and breath,  
His taunts and scorns,  
His Crown of thorns,  

or think upon his precious death.    

See him in the hour of parting,  
hanging on his bloody Cross:  
See his wounds, conceive his smarting,  
and our gain, by his life's loss.  
On either side  
A Fellow died,  
the one derides him leaving breath:  
The other prays,  
And humbly says:  

O save me by thy precious death.    

See as in these pangs he thirsted,  
and that heat to cool did call,  
How these jews (like judas cursed)  
bring him vinegar and gall,  
His spirit then,  
To Heaven again,  
commending with his latest breath,  
The world he leaves,  
That man deceives:  

O think upon his precious death.     
Finis.   

Printed by the Assigns of Thomas Symcocke.