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119. Faith is Above Reason
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Religious Lyrics of the XVth Century | ||
119. Faith is Above Reason
Hoc mens ipsa stupet quod non sua ratio cernet
Quo modo virgo pia genetrix sit sancta Maria
Ac Deus almus homo sed credat ratio miro
Namque fides superest cum perfida ratio subsit.
Quo modo virgo pia genetrix sit sancta Maria
Ac Deus almus homo sed credat ratio miro
Namque fides superest cum perfida ratio subsit.
Pecok
Witte hath wondir that resoun ne telle kan,
How maidene is modir, and God is man.
Leve thy resoun and bileve in the wondir,
For feith is aboven and reson is undir.
How maidene is modir, and God is man.
Leve thy resoun and bileve in the wondir,
For feith is aboven and reson is undir.
Wytte hath wondyr þat Reson tell ne can,
Houh a mayde bare a chylde both god & man;
Therfore leve wytte & take to the wundyr—
ffeyth goth a-bove, & Reson goth vndyr.
Houh a mayde bare a chylde both god & man;
Therfore leve wytte & take to the wundyr—
ffeyth goth a-bove, & Reson goth vndyr.
Wytte hath wonder how reson telle can
That mayd is mother and God is man,
Oure noble sacrament, yn thre thinges on.
In this leeve reson, beleve thou the wondre—
There feith is lord, reson gothe undre!
That mayd is mother and God is man,
Oure noble sacrament, yn thre thinges on.
In this leeve reson, beleve thou the wondre—
There feith is lord, reson gothe undre!
Religious Lyrics of the XVth Century | ||