Childing of a maiden bright
Life today hath brought to light;
And hath put that prince of might
With his flock of fiends to flight:
Christus natus hodie.
Whoso aught hath done amiss,
An it rue him sore for this,
Mary's Babe will shrive i-wis,
Gentle as a lamb He is:
Miserere, Domine.
He at Bethlehem was born,
Salem gave Him crown of thorn,
Life of want and death of score --
All for love of man forlorn.
Ergo benedicite.
On this Infant may we call,
Born for man in oxen-stall:
He vouchsafe us bliss withal
In His everlasting hall.
Cum Maria Virgine.
