Classic Poem

Hey! now, now, now,

Swet Jesus
Is cum to us,
This good tim of Christmas.
Wherfor with praise
Sing we always,
" Welcum, our Messias".

The God Almight,
And King of light,
Whose powr is over all,
Give us, of grace,
For to purchase
His realme celestial.

Wher his angels
And archangels
Do sing incessantly,
His principates
And potestates
Maketh gret harmony.

The cherubins
And seraphins,
With ther tunikes mery,
The trones all,
Most musical,
Sing the hevenly Kery.

The vertues clere
Ther tunes bere,
Ther quere for to repair;
Whose song to hold
Was manifold
Of dominacions fair.

With one accord
Serve we that Lord
With laudes and oraison,
The which hath sent,
By good assent,
To us his only Son.