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R176856 1 Dulcina Dulcina Dulcina JUry came to Jerusalem, / (all the world was taxed then) TUrn your eyes that are affixed / on this worlds deceiving things, a Jesus, God, a Man, a Son. [with variation] and think upon his pretious death. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 83 An excellent new Ballad of the Birth and Passion of / our Saviour Christ. An excellent new Ballad of the Birth and Passion of our Saviour Christ. An excellent new Ballad of the Birth and Passion of our Savior Christ. 1658-1658 F. Cole, M. Wright, T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson

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JUry came to Jerusalem, (all the world was taxed then) Blessed Mary brought to Bethelem, more then 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 Souldiers blessed ever, fill the sky with sweetest air. Amazd men fear, They see, they hear, yet doubt and ask how this was done, Twas bid behold, It was foretold, This night hath God himself a Son. There appears a golden Usher, Kings attending on his train; The bright Sun could not out-blush her, such a Star nere shone again. See now it stays, Seeming it says, go in and see what there is done, A Child whose birth, Leagues Haven and Eearth, Jesus to us, to God a Son.
Subtill Herod sought to find him, with a purpose black as Hell; But a greater power confind him, and his purpose did repell: 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 foreshews 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, hes 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 wee as they Rejoice and say, We have a Saviour, God a Son.
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TUrn your eyes that are affixed on this worlds deceiving things, And with joyes and sorrows mixed look upon the King of Kings; Who left his Throne, With joyes unknown, took flesh like ours, like us drew breath, For us to dye, Here fix your eye, and think upon his pretious death. See him in the Garden praying, whilst his sad Discip[l]es slept; See him in the Garden sweating, drops of blood and how he wepd: As Man he was, He wept (alas) and trembling feard to lose his breath: Yet to heavens will He yielded still, then think upon his pretious death. See him by the Souldiers taken when with Ave and a kiss, He that Heaven had quite forsaken, had betrayd him, and with this, Behold him (bound And guarded round) to Cajaphas born to lose his breath: There see the Jews Heavens King abuse, O! think upon his pretious death. See him in the hands of Pilate, like a base offender strippd
See the moan and tears they smile at, while they see our Saviour whippd, Behold him bleed, His purple weed, record while you have life and breath: His taunts and scorns, His Crown of thorns, O! think upon his pretious death. See him in the hour of parting, hanging on the bloody Crosse; See his wounds conceive his smarting, and our gain by his lifes losse. On either side A fellon dyd, the one derides him leaving breath, Te other prays And humbly says, O save me by thy pretious death. See how 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 pretious death.
FINIS. London, Printed for F. Cole, M. Wright. T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson.