This is the month, and this the happy morn,
Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King,
Of wedded maid and Virgin Mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring;
For so the holy sages once did sing,
That he our deadly forfeit should release,
And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable,
And that far-beaming blaze of majesty,
Wherewith he wont at Heaven's high council table
To sit the midst of Trinal Unity,
He laid aside, and , here with us to be,
Forsook the Courts of everlasting Day,
And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay.