Luyện nghe bài hát Nativity

(Lee Ann Womack)

Immensity cloistered in thy womb,
Now His well-belov'd imprisonment,
He hath made Himself to His intent
Weak enough, now the world to come;
But O, for thee, for Him, the inn no room?
Yet lay Him in this stall, and the Orient,
Stars and wise men will travel to
The effect of Herod's general doom.
Seest thou, my soul, thy faith's eyes, how He
Which fills all place, yet holds Him, doth lie?
Was not His pity towards wondrous high,
That would have to be pitied by thee?
Kiss Him, and Him into Egypt go,
With His kind mother, who thy woe.

On the of Christ's Nativity
This is the month, and this the morn
the Son of Heav'n's eternal King,
Of wedded Maid, and Mother born,
Our great redemption from did bring;
For so the holy sages did sing,
That he our deadly should release,
And with his Father work us a peace.

II
That Form, that Light unsufferable,
And that blaze of Majesty,
Wherewith he at Heav'n's high council-table,
To sit the midst of Unity,
He aside, and here with us to be,
Forsook the of everlasting day,
And chose us a darksome house of mortal clay.

III
Say Heav'nly Muse, shall not thy sacred
Afford a to the Infant God?
Hast no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain,
To welcome him to his new abode,
Now while the heav'n, by the Sun's untrod,
took no print of the approaching light,
And all the spangled host keep in squadrons bright?

IV
See how from far upon the road
The star-led wizards haste odours sweet:
O run, prevent them with thy ode,
And lay it at his blessed feet;
Have thou the honour first thy to greet,
And join thy voice unto the quire,
From out his secret altar touched with hallowed