Spotless, fair, Divinely bright,

Must he dwell with brutal Creatures,

How could Angels bear the sight!
Was there nothing but a Manger,
Cursed Sinners could afford,

To receive the Heavenly stranger,

Did they thus affront the Lord ?
Soft, my Child, I did not chide thee,
Tho' my song might sound too hard.
"Tis thy Mother sits beside thee,
And her Arms shall be thy guard.
Yet to Read the shameful story,

How the Jews did use their King,

How they serv'd the Lord of glory,

Makes me angry while I sing.

See the kinder Shepherds round him, Telling wonders from the Sky,

Where they sought him, there they found him

See his

and sing his praise.

I could give thee thousand kisses, Hoping what I most desire,

Not a

's fondest wishes,

Can to greater joys aspire.

May'st thou live to know and fear him,
Trust and love Him all thy days,
Then go dwell for ever near him,
See his Face and sing his praise.
I could give thee thousand kisses,
Hoping what I most desire,
Not a Mother's fondest wishes,
Can to greater joys aspire.

PLEASE to accept the

closed in return for your Hymn ;

find here, will be of use to you.

rs, &c. &c.

Dear Sir, Please to accept the inclosed in retur for your Hymn; seeing you Fighting some time ago with another Boy, I think the advice you will find here, will be of use to you.

Yours, &c.&c