A fair eve once there was
floating slowly nearer home
On it’s wing a lass before me to hold
fair, and dear, and loud as gold
What heaven could this lass descend?
How brave my longing pretend?
LORD, if this thy Cherub be to earth you send
to wrath mortal as thy prophesy did resound
For thy Son’s stripes
let this Cherub to mortal transformed to please my bed
That in her arms I will in thy new Jerusalem appear
to voice my praise
And I with thy Cherub forever in thy host will sing.