Another New-Year's Gift: Or, Song For The Circumcision.

1. Hence, hence profane, and none appear             With anything unhallowed here;             No jot of leaven must be found             Conceal'd in this most holy ground.      2. What is corrupt, or sour'd with sin,             Leave that without, then enter in;     Chor. But let no Christmas mirth begin             Before ye purge and circumcise             Your hearts, and hands, lips, ears, and eyes.      3. Then, like a perfum'd altar, see             That all things sweet and clean may be:             For here's a Babe that, like a bride,             Will blush to death if ought be spi'd             Ill-scenting, or unpurifi'd.     Chor. The room is 'cens'd: help, help t' invoke             Heaven to come down, the while we choke             The temple with a cloud of smoke.      4. Come then, and gently touch the birth             Of Him, who's Lord of Heaven and Earth:      5. And softly handle Him; y'ad need,             Because the pretty Babe does bleed.             Poor pitied Child! who from Thy stall             Bring'st, in Thy blood, a balm that shall             Be the best New-Year's gift to all.      1. Let's bless the Babe: and, as we sing             His praise, so let us bless the King.     Chor. Long may He live till He hath told             His New-Years trebled to His old:             And when that's done, to re-aspire     A new-born Ph[oe]nix from His own chaste fire.