Upon The Circumcision

Ye flaming Powers, and winged Warriours bright,     That erst with Musick, and triumphant song     First heard by happy watchful Shepherds ear,     So sweetly sung your Joy the Clouds along     Through the soft silence of the list'ning night;     Now mourn, and if sad share with us to bear     Your fiery essence can distill no tear,     Burn in your sighs, and borrow     Seas wept from our deep sorrow,     He who with all Heav'ns heraldry whileare     Enter'd the world, now bleeds to give us ease;     Alas, how soon our sin     Sore doth begin     His Infancy to sease!     O more exceeding love or law more just?     Just law indeed, but more exceeding love !     For we by rightfull doom remediles     Were lost in death, till he that dwelt above     High thron'd in secret bliss, for us frail dust     Emptied his glory, ev'n to nakednes;     And that great Cov'nant which we still transgress     Intirely satisfi'd,     And the full wrath beside     Of vengeful Justice bore for our excess,     And seals obedience first with wounding smart     This day, but O ere long     Huge pangs and strong     Will pierce more neer his heart.