XXXII. Gloria in altissimis,
For nowe is borne the king of blis.
1
Whenne Criste was borne, an aungell bright
To shepeherdes keping shepe that nyght
Came and seyde with heuenly light:
‘Now Crist is borne, the king of blis.’
2
They dred gretely of that same light,
That shone so bright that tyme of nyght
Thurgh the vertu, the grace and myght
Of goddis son, the king of blis.
3
The aungell seyde: ‘Drede ye nothing.
Beholde, to you grete ioye I bringe
And vnto alle, that be lyving;
For now is born the king of blis.
4
Go to Bedleme, and there ye shall
With Marie myelde in an oxe stall
Fynde an infante, that men shull call
The son of god and king of blis.
5
They went furth to Bethelem that stounde,
And, as he tolde, a childe they founde
In an oxe stalle in raggis wounde,
The son of god and king of blis.
6
The sheperdes tho went home ageyn
Magnifiyng god, in certayne,
In alle, that they had hard and seyne
Of goddis sonne, the king of blis.
7
On new yeresday (scripture seith thus)
Circumcided for loue of vs
The name tho was called Ihesus
Of goddis sonne, the king of blis.
8
On xij.th daye came kingis three
With golde, encense and myrre so free
Vnto Bedlem to seke and see
The sonne of god and king of blis.
