Classic Poem

Rise , happy Mortalls, from your sleep,
Bright Phospher now begins to peep,
In such apparell as ne're drest
The proudest day-breake of the East:
Death's Sable Curtain 'gins disperse,
And now the blessed morne appeares,
Which has long'd and pray'd for been
Soe many Centuries of yeares,
To defray th' arreare of Sinn.
Now through the joyfull universe
Beames of Mercy and of Love
Shoot forth comfort from above,
And Quires of Angells doe proclaime
The Holy Jesus blessed name.
Cho.: Rise happy Mortalls, rise and sing,
Hosanna's to the Heavenly King.