There is no rose of such virtue
As is the rose that bare Jesu:
Alleluya
For in this rose contained was
Heaven and earth in little space:
Res miranda
By that rose we may well see
That he is God in person three:
Pari forma
The angels sung the shepherds to:
“Gloria in excelsis Deo”
Gaudeamus
Leave we all this worldly mirth
And follow we this joyful birth:
Transeamus