Classic Poem

Rise Shepheards, leave your flockes, and run,
The Soule's great Shepheard now is come;
O wing your tardy feet, and fly
To greet this Dawning Majesty:
A glorious starr shines in the East,
To guide you to the Sacred place,
Where the blessed babe of joy,
Wrap't in his holy Father's grace,
Comes the serpent to destroy,
That lurkes in ev'ry humaine brest.
To Juda's Beth'lem turne your feet,
There you shall Salvation meet;
There, in a homely manger hurl'd,
Lies the Messias of the world,
Cho.: Rise Happy Mortalls then and sing
Hosanna's to the Heavenly King.