"Yet if his majesty our sovereign lord Should of his own accord Friendly himself invite, And say "I'll be your guest to-morrow night." How should we stir ourselves, call and command All hands to work! Let no man idle stand. [...] For 'tis a duteous thing To show all honour to an earthly king, [...] 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."
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"Yet if His Majesty Our Sovereign Lord" (Christ Church MS. 736–8), first published by A. H. Bullen, Lyrics from the Song Books of the Elizabethan Age (1888)
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Thomas Ford (composer)
Thomas Ford (c. 1580 – buried 17 November 1648) was an English composer, musician and poet.
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