58. Man, meve thy mynd, & joy this fest;
Veritas de terra orta est.
1
As I cam by þe way,
I sawe a sight semly to see,
The sheperdis rangyng in a ray,
Vpon þe folde kepynge ther fee,
A sterre they said they dide espie
Kastyng the bemes owt of þe est,
And angellis makyng melodye:
“Veritas de terra orta est.”
2
Vpon þat sight they were a-gast,
Sayinge thes wordis as I say the:
“To Bedlem shortly lett vs hast
& ther we shall þe trowthe see.”
The angell said vnto them all III
To þer comfort, or euer he seste:
“Consolamini, & mery be:
Veritas de terra orta est.”
3
From hevyn, owt of þe highest see,
Rightwisnes hath taken þe way,
With marcy medled plentuowsly,
& so conseyved in a may;
Miranda res, this is in fay,
So seith the prophet in his gest:
Now is he born, scripture doth say:
Veritas de terra orta est.
4
Than passed þe sheperdis from þat place
& folowed by þe sterres beme,
Þat was so bright affore þer face,
Hit browght them streight vnto Bethlem;
So bright it shon over all þe realme
Tyll they cam þer they wold not rest,
To Jury & Jerusalem:
Veritas de terra orta est.
Explicit.
