Luyện nghe bài hát Nativity

(Lee Ann Womack)

Immensity in thy dear womb,
Now His well-belov'd imprisonment,
There He hath made Himself to His
Weak enough, now into the to come;
But O, for thee, for Him, the inn no room?
Yet lay Him in stall, and from the Orient,
Stars and men will travel to prevent
The of Herod's jealous general doom.
Seest thou, my soul, with thy eyes, how He
Which all place, yet none holds Him, doth lie?
Was not His pity towards wondrous high,
That have need to be pitied by thee?
Kiss Him, and with Him into go,
His kind mother, who partakes thy woe.

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

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

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

IV
See how from far the eastern road
The star-led haste with odours sweet:
O run, them with thy humble 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 hallowed fire