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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A80774	Carmen Deo nostro, te decet hymnus sacred poems, / collected, corrected, augmented, most humbly presented. To my Lady the Countesse of Denbigh by her most deuoted seruant. R.C. In heaty [sic] acknowledgment of his immortall obligation to her goodnes & charity.	Crashaw, Richard, 1613?-1649.	1652 (1652)	Wing C6830; Thomason E1598_1; ESTC R208867	38,932	139

What did Their weapons but with wider pores Inlarge thy flaming-brested Louers More freely to transpire That impatient Fire The Heart that hides Thee hardly couers What did their Weapons but sett wide the Doores For Thee Fair purple Doores of loue's deuising The Ruby windowes which inrich't the EAST Of Thy so oft repeated Rising Each wound of Theirs was Thy new Morning And reinthron'd thee in thy Rosy Nest With blush of thine own Blood thy day adorning It was the witt of loue óreflowd the Bounds Of WRATH made thee way through All Those WOVNDS Wellcome dear All-Adored Name For sure there is no Knee That knowes not THEE Or if there be such sonns of shame Alas what will they doe When stubborn Rocks shall bow And Hills hang down their Heaun-saluting Heads To seek for humble Beds Of Dust where in the Bashfull shades of night Next to their own low NOTHING they may ly And couch before the dazeling light of thy dread majesty They that by Loue's mild Dictate now Will not Adore thee Shall Then with Iust Confusion bow And break before thee IN THE HOLY NATIVITY OF OVR LORD GOD A HYMN SVNG AS BY THE SHEPHEARDS Ton Createur te faict voir sa naissance Daignant souffrir pour toy des son enfance Quem vidistis Pastores c. Natum vidimus c. THE HYMN CHORVS COme we shepheards whose blest Sight Hath mett loue's Noon in Nature's night Come lift we vp our loftyer Song And wake the SVN that lyes too long To All our world of well-stoln joy He slept and dream't of no such thing While we found out Heaun's fairer ey And Kis't the Cradle of our KING Tell him He rises now too late To show vs ought worth looking at Tell him we now can show Him more Then He e're show'd to mortall Sight Then he Himselfe e're saw before Which to be seen needes not His light Tell him Tityrus where th' hast been Tell him Thysis what th-hast seen Tityrus Gloomy night embrac't the Place Where The Noble Infant lay The BABE look't vp shew'd his Face In spite of Darknes it was DAY It was THY day SWEET did rise Not from the EAST but from thine EYES Chorus It was THY day Sweet Thyrs WINTER chidde Aloud sent The angry North to wage his warres The North forgott his feirce Intent And left perfumes in stead of scarres By those sweet eye's persuasiue powrs Where he mean't frost he scatter'd flowrs Chorus By those sweet eyes Both We saw thee in thy baulmy Nest Young dawn of our aeternall DAY We saw thine eyes break from their EAT● And chase the trembling shades away We saw thee we blest the sight We saw thee by thine own sweet light Tity Poor WORLD said I what wilt thou doe To entertain this starry STRANGER Is this the best thou canst bestow A cold and not too cleanly manger Contend the powres of heau'n earth To fittà bed for this huge birthe Cho. Contend the powers Thyt Proud world said I cease your contest And let the MIGHTY BABE alone The Phaenix builds the Phaenix'nest Lov's architecture is his own The BABE whose birth embraues this morn Made his own bed e're he was born Cho. The BABE whose Tir. I saw the curl'd drops soft slow Come houering o're the place's head Offring their whitest sheets of snow To furnish the fair INFANT's bed Forbear said I be not too bold Your fleece is white But t' is too cold Cho. Forbear sayd I Thyr. I saw the obsequious SERAPHIMS Their rosy fleece of fire bestow For well they now can spare their wing Since HEAVN it self lyes here below Well done said I but are you sure Your down so warm will passe for pure Cho. Well done sayd I Tit. No no your KING 's not yet to seeke Where to repose his Royall HEAD See see how soon his new-bloom'd CHEEK Twixt's mother's brests is gone to bed Sweet choise said we no way but so Not to ly cold yet slep in snow Cho. Sweet choise said we Both We saw thee in thy baulmy nest Bright dawn of our aeternall Day We saw thine eyes break from thir EAST And chase the trembling shades away We saw thee we blest the sight We saw thee by thine own sweet light Cho. We saw thee c. FVLL CHORVS Wellcome all WONDERS in one sight Aeternity shutt in a span Sommer in Winter Day in Night Heauen in earth GOD in MAN Great little one whose all-embracing birth Lifts earth to heauen stoopes heau'n to earth WELLCOME Though nor to gold nor silk To more then Caesar's birth right is Two sister-seas of Virgin-Milk With many a rarely-temper'd kisse That brearhes at once both MAID MOTHER Warmes in the one cooles in the other WELCOME though not to those gay flyes Guilded i th' Beames of earthly kings Slippery soules in smiling eyes But to poor Shepheards home-spun things Whose Wealth 's their flock whose witt to be Well read in their simplicity Yet when young April's husband showrs Shall blesse the fruitfull Maja's bed We 'l bring the First-born of her flowrs To kisse thy FEET crown thy HEAD To thee dread lamb whose loue must keep The shepheards more then they the sheep To THEE meek Majesty soft KING Of simple GRACES sweet LOVES Each of vs his lamb will bring Each his pair of sylver Doues Till burnt at last in fire of Thy fair eyes Our selues become our own best SACRIFICE NEW YEAR'S DAY RIse thou best brightest morning Rosy with a double Red With thine own blush thy cheeks adorning And the dear drops this day were shed All the purple pride that laces The crimson curtains of thy bed Guilds thee not with so sweet graces Nor setts thee in so rich a red Of all the fair-cheek't flowrs that fill thee None so fair thy bosom strowes As this modest maiden lilly Our sins haue sham'd into a rose Bid thy golden GOD the Sun Burnisht in his best beames rise Put all his red-ey'd Rubies on These Rubies shall putt out their eyes Let him make poor the purple east Search what the world 's close cabinets keep Rob the rich births of each bright nest That flaming in their fair beds sleep Let him embraue his own bright tresses With a new morning made of gemmes And wear in those his wealthy dresses Another Day of Diadems When he hath done all he may To make himselfe rich in his rise All will be darknes to the Day That breakes from one of these bright eyes And soon this sweet truth shall appear Dear BABE ere many dayes be done The morn shall come to meet thee here And leaue her own neglected Sun Here are Beautyes shall bereaue him Of all his eastern Paramours His Persian Louers all shall leaue him And swear faith to thy sweeter Powres IN THE GLORIOVS EPIPHANIE OF OVR LORD GOD A HYMN SVNG AS BY THE THREE KINGS 1. KINGE BRight BABE Whose awfull beautyes make The morn incurr a

powres to thy name praise O dear memoriall of that Death Which liues still allowes vs breath Rich Royall food Bountyfull BREAD Whose vse denyes vs to the dead Whose vitall gust alone can giue The same leaue both to eat liue Liue euer Bread of loues be My life my soul my surer selfe to mee O soft self-wounding Pelican Whose brest weepes Balm for wounded man Ah this way bend thy benign floud To'a bleeding Heart that gaspes for blood That blood whose least drops soueraign be To wash my worlds of sins from me Come loue Come LORD that long day For which I languish come away When this dry soul those eyes shall see And drink the vnseal'd sourse of thee When Glory's sun faith's shades shall chase And for thy veil giue me thy FACE AMEN LAVDA SION SALVATOREM THE HYMN FOR THE BL SACRAMENT I. RIse Royall SION rise sing Thy soul's kind shepheard thy hart 's KING Stretch all thy powres call if you can Harpes of heaun to hands of man This soueraign subject sitts aboue The best ambition of thy loue II. Lo the BREAD of LIEE this day 's Triumphant Text prouokes thy prayse The liuing life-giuing bread To the great twelue distributed When LIFE himself at point to dy Of loue was his own LEGACY III. Come loue let vs work a song Lowd pleasant sweet long Let lippes Hearts lift high the noise Of so iust solemn ioyes Which on his white browes this bright day Shall hence for euer bear away IV. Lo the new LAW of a new LORD With a new Lamb blesses the Board The aged Pascha pleads not yeares But spyes loue's dawn disappeares Types yeild to TRVTHES shades shrink away And their NIGHT dyes into our Day V. But lest THAT dy too we are bid Euer to doe what he once did And by à mindfull mystick breath That we may liue reuiue his DEATH With a well-bles't bread wine Transsum'd taught to turn diuine VI The Heaun-instructed house of FAITH Here a holy Dictate hath That they but lend their Form face Themselues with reuerence leaue their place Nature name to be made good By'a nobler Bread more needfull BLOOD VII Where nature's lawes no leaue will giue Bold FAITH takes heart dares beleiue In different species name not things Himself to me my SAVIOVR brings As meat in That as Drink in this But still in Both one CHRIST he is VIII The Receiuing Mouth here makes Non wound nor breach in what he takes Let one or one THOVSAND be Here Diuiders single he Beares home no lesse all they no more Nor leaue they both lesse then before IX Though in it self this SOVERAIN FEAST Be all the same to euery Guest Yet on the same life-meaning Bread The child of Death eates himself Dead Nor is 't loue's fault but sin's dire skill That thus from LIFE can DEATH distill X. When the blest signes thou broke shall see Hold but thy Faith intire as he Who howsoe're clad cannot come Lesse then whole CHRIST in euery crumme In broken formes à stable FAITH Vntouch't her pretious TOTALL hath XI Lo the life-food of ANGELLS then Bow'd to the lowly mouths of men The children's BREAD the Bridegroom's WINE Not to be cast to dogges or swine XII Lo the full finall SACRIEICE On which all figures fix't their eyes The ransom'd ISACK his ramme The MANNA the PASCHAL Lamb XIII IESV MASTER Iust true Our FOOD faithfull SHEPHARD too O by thy self vouchsafe to keep As with thy selfe thou feed'st thy SHEEP XIV O let that loue which thus makes thee Mix with our low Mortality Lift our lean Soules sett vs vp Convictors of thine own full cup Coheirs of SAINTS That so all may Drink the same wine and the same WAY Nor chang the PASTVRE but the PLACE To feed of THEE in thine own FACE AMEN DIES IRAE DIES ILLA THE HYMN OF THE CHVRCH IN MEDITATION OF THE DAY OF IVDGMENT I. HEars't thou my soul with serious things Both the Psalm and sybyll sings Of a sure iudge from whose sharp Ray The world in flames shall fly away II. O that fire before whose face Heaun earth shall find no place O those eyes whose angry light Must be the day of that dread Night III. O that trump whose blast shall rnn An euen round with the circling Sun And vrge the murmuring graues to bring Pale mankind forth to meet his king IV. Horror of nature hell Death When a deep Groan from beneath Shall cry we come we come all The caues of night answer one call V. O that Book whose leaues so bright Will sett the world in seuere light O that Iudge whose hand whose eye None can indure yet none can fly VI Ah then poor soul what wilt thou say And to what Patron chuse to pray When starres themselues shall stagger and The most firm foot no more then stand VII But thou giu'st leaue dread Lord that we Take shelter from thy self in thee And with the wings of thine own doue Fly to thy scepter of soft loue VIII Dear remember in that Day Who was the cause thou cams't this way Thy sheep was stray'd And thou wouldst be Euen lost thy self in seeking me IX Shall all that labour all that cost Of loue and eu'n that losse be lost And this lou'd soul iudg'd worth no lesse Then all that way and wearynesse X. Iust mercy then thy Reckning be With my price not with me 'T was pay'd at first with too much pain To be pay'd twice or once in vain XI Mercy my iudge mercy I cry With blushing Cheek bleeding ey The conscious colors of my sin Are red without pale within XII O let thine own soft bowells pay Thy self And so discharge that day If sin can sigh loue can forgiue O say the word my Soul shall liue XIII Those mercyes which thy MARY found Or who thy crosse confes't crown'd Hope tells my heart the same loues be Still aliue and still for me XIV Though both my Prayres teares combine Both worthlesse are For they are mine But thou thy bounteous self still be And show thou art by sauing me XV O when thy last Frown shall proclaim The flocks of goates to folds of flame And all thy lost sheep found shall be Let come ye blessed then call me XVI When the dread ITE shall diuide Those Limbs of death from thy left side Let those life-speaking lipps command That I inheritt thy right hand XVII O hear a suppliant heart all crush't And crumbled into contrite dust My hope my fear my Iudge my Friend Take charge of me of my END S. MARIA MAIOR Dilecius meus mihi et ego illi qui pascitur inter lilia 〈…〉 THE HIMN O GLORIOSA DOMINA HAil most high most humble one Aboue the world below thy SON Whose blush the moon beauteously marres And staines the timerous light of