ANONYMOUS

Thus, if a king were coming, would we do;

And 'twere good reason too;

For 'tis a duteous thing

To show all honour to an earthly king,

And after all our travail and our cost,

So he be pleased, to think no labour lost.

But at the coming of the King of Heaven

All 's set at six and seven ;

We wallow in our sin,

Christ cannot find a chamber in the inn.

We entertain Him always like a stranger,

And, as at first, still lodge Him in the manger.

6 1. The New Jerusalem

Song of Mary the Mother of

IT JERUSALEM, my happy home,

• When shall I come to thee?

When shall my sorrows have an end, Thy joys when shall I see ?

O happy harbour of the Saints !

O sweet and pleasant soil ! In thee no sorrow may be found,

No grief, no care, no toil.

There lust and lucre cannot dwell,

There envy bears no sway; There is no hunger, heat, nor cold,

But pleasure every way.

Thy walls are made of precious stones,

Thy bulwarks diamonds square; Thy gates are of right orient pearl,

Exceeding rich and rare.

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