Christo paremus canticam,
In excelsis gloria.
When Cryst was born of Mary fre
In Bedlem in that fayre cyt?,
Angellis songen with myrth and gle:
In excelsis gloria.
Herdmen beheld thes angellis bryght,
To hem apperyd wyth gret lyght,
And seyd: “Goddys Sone is born this nyght;
In excelsis gloria.”
A king ys comyn to save kynde,
In the Scriptur as we fynde;
Therfore this song have we in mynde:
In excelsis gloria.
Then, Lord, for thy gret grace,
Graunt us in blys to se thy face,
Where we may syng to the solas:
In excelsis gloria.
(Anonymous Americas)
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