(from Chapter XX)
With Simeon old, let's be so bold, To take the Lord of Glory; In Arms of Love, tho high above Heaven's Superior Story. And praise him too, for 'tis his due, And tell him we can die Peace and Rest, because the best Of Objects now we see. Our Eyes have seen the blessed One, Hid from great Potentates. The Gentiles Light, he is most bright, And Israel's Glory great. Now triumph Saint, the Lord he went Unto Mount Calvary Suffer'd the Cross, and more the Curse For Man's Felicity. For surely by his Poverty The Poor are very rich, And by his Shame they have great Fame, No earthly Monarch such. We were set free, for bound was he Unto the Post and Cross; Great Grief he had, we might be glad Our Crown cannot be lost.
by Hercules Collins, 1696