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Runne sheepherards run, where Bethleme best appeares,
Wee bring the best of news, bee not dismay'd,
A saviour there is borne, more olde than yeares,
Amidst heavens rolling hights this earth who stay'd;
In a poor cotage inn'd, a virgine maide,
A weakling did him beare, who all upbeares,
There is hee poorelie swadl'd in manger lai'd,
To whom too narrow swadlings are our spheares:
Runne sheepheards runne, and solemnize his birth,
This is that night, no, day growne great with blisse,
In which the power of Sathan broken is,
In heaven bee glorie, peace unto the earth.
Thus singing through the aire the angels swame,
And cope of starres re-echoed the same.