| W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895. | | | | The Angels, for the Nativitie of Our Lord | | William Drummond of Hawthornden (1585–1649) |
| | | RUN, shepherds, run where Bethlem blest appears; | |
| We bring the best of news, be not dismay’d, | |
| A Saviour there is born, more old than years, | |
| Amidst the rolling heaven this earth who stay’d: | |
| In a poor cottage inn’d, a virgin maid, | 5 |
| A weakling did him bear who all upbears; | |
| There he in clothes is wrapped, in manger laid, | |
| To whom too narrow swaddlings are our spheres. | |
| Run, shepherds, run, and solemnise his birth; | |
| This is that night, no day, grown great with bliss, | 10 |
| In which the power of Satan broken is; | |
| In heaven be glory; peace unto the earth. | |
| Thus singing through the air the angels swam, | |
| And all the stars re-echoed the same. | | | | |
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