Song of the Nativity
From Heaven was sent an Angel of light
Unto a City that Nazareth hight,
Unto a maid, a byrde so bright
And full of bliss:
Nomen Maria virginis.
The Angel went forth and nought he ceased,
Before that maiden he him addressed:
He said: " All hail, thou art full blest
And gracious;
Quia tecum est Dominus.
When Mary this heard, astonished was she
And thought whatever this greeting might be.
The Angel her showed of Grace plenty
And great solace;
Et dixit " Maria ne timeas " .
The Angel said: " Thou maiden mild,
Thou shalt conceive and bear a Child:
Thy maidenhood shall ne'er be defiled.
Call Him Jesus;
Hic erat Altissimi Filius.
When Mary as bright as crystal stone,
These words heard she answered anon;
And asked how all this might be done
And said: " How so?
Quia virum non cognosco "
The Angel said: " Thou maiden still,
The Holy Ghost shall it fulfil. "
The maid replied with voice so shrill
And said meekly:
" Ecce Ancilla Domini " .
Soon after this the Child was born
In Bethlehem on a winter's morn:
Now make we merry Him beforn
And sing Nowell;
Quia missus est Angelus Gabriel.
Unto a City that Nazareth hight,
Unto a maid, a byrde so bright
And full of bliss:
Nomen Maria virginis.
The Angel went forth and nought he ceased,
Before that maiden he him addressed:
He said: " All hail, thou art full blest
And gracious;
Quia tecum est Dominus.
When Mary this heard, astonished was she
And thought whatever this greeting might be.
The Angel her showed of Grace plenty
And great solace;
Et dixit " Maria ne timeas " .
The Angel said: " Thou maiden mild,
Thou shalt conceive and bear a Child:
Thy maidenhood shall ne'er be defiled.
Call Him Jesus;
Hic erat Altissimi Filius.
When Mary as bright as crystal stone,
These words heard she answered anon;
And asked how all this might be done
And said: " How so?
Quia virum non cognosco "
The Angel said: " Thou maiden still,
The Holy Ghost shall it fulfil. "
The maid replied with voice so shrill
And said meekly:
" Ecce Ancilla Domini " .
Soon after this the Child was born
In Bethlehem on a winter's morn:
Now make we merry Him beforn
And sing Nowell;
Quia missus est Angelus Gabriel.
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