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 | Religious Lyrics of the XVth Century |  |
112. Aloft is Risen the Great Illuminer
Off þe Resurrectioun of crist.
O mothir of God, Inuolat virgin mary,
Exult in Ioy and consolacioun!
On loft is ryssyn þe gret Illumynar,
The lampe þat lichtnes euery regioun.
Thy glorius birth, þe blisfull orient sone,
With Ioy is partit fra þe subtell nycht;
His bemes persit hes þe skyis doun,
Quhois blyssit vp-rissing glades euery wycht.
Exult in Ioy and consolacioun!
On loft is ryssyn þe gret Illumynar,
The lampe þat lichtnes euery regioun.
Thy glorius birth, þe blisfull orient sone,
With Ioy is partit fra þe subtell nycht;
His bemes persit hes þe skyis doun,
Quhois blyssit vp-rissing glades euery wycht.
Be glaid, ye angellis and ye archangellis cleir!
Ȝoure wailȝeand prince, victorius in battall,
Met with all hevinlie melody and cheir;
And to ȝoure king ȝe sing, ‘haill, victour, haill!’
That hes in erd ourecumyn with gret travell,
And hes of hell þe power put to flicht,
And þair strang portes priulie done assale,
Quhois glaid vprissing blithis euery wycht.
Ȝoure wailȝeand prince, victorius in battall,
Met with all hevinlie melody and cheir;
And to ȝoure king ȝe sing, ‘haill, victour, haill!’
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And hes of hell þe power put to flicht,
And þair strang portes priulie done assale,
Quhois glaid vprissing blithis euery wycht.
Be blicht, mankind, and gif god Laude & glore,
That hes þi lyne relaxit of þe Lymbe
Quhilk [OMITTED]
[OMITTED] into presoun sumtyme dirk and dym.
Honour with houres and with antane & hyme
The saikles lorde, þat slane was for þi slycht,
The pasche lambe, þat on þe croce did clym,
Quhois blith vprissing glaides euery wycht.
That hes þi lyne relaxit of þe Lymbe
Quhilk [OMITTED]
[OMITTED] into presoun sumtyme dirk and dym.
Honour with houres and with antane & hyme
The saikles lorde, þat slane was for þi slycht,
The pasche lambe, þat on þe croce did clym,
Quhois blith vprissing glaides euery wycht.
The mychty, strange, victorius campyoun,
With hie Imperiall Laude, hes done returne,
With palme of glory and with Lawre croune,
With his all-weilding father to soiorne,
Quhois palice hie schynes abone saturn,
Off quhame etheriall sternes takis Lich[t],
Quhome hevin and erd dois honour & adurn,
Quhois glaid vprissing blithis euery wycht.
With hie Imperiall Laude, hes done returne,
With palme of glory and with Lawre croune,
With his all-weilding father to soiorne,
Quhois palice hie schynes abone saturn,
Off quhame etheriall sternes takis Lich[t],
Quhome hevin and erd dois honour & adurn,
Quhois glaid vprissing blithis euery wycht.
Wnto his trone, with hie tryvmphald tryne,
Is gone þis glorius prince of most degre,
With sang of all þe angellis ordouris nyne,
Off sound excellyng in suavite—
To quhois incomprehensable maieste,
Superlatyve and Innosable mycht,
Be infynite laude in tyme & vnite,
Quhois glaid vprissing blithis euery wycht.
Is gone þis glorius prince of most degre,
With sang of all þe angellis ordouris nyne,
Off sound excellyng in suavite—
To quhois incomprehensable maieste,
Superlatyve and Innosable mycht,
Be infynite laude in tyme & vnite,
Quhois glaid vprissing blithis euery wycht.
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