A babe is born to bliss us bring.
I heard a maid lulley and sing.
She said: " Dear Son, leave Thy weeping:
Thy Father is the King of bliss. "
Now sing we with Angelis:
Gloria in excelsis.

" Lulley, " she said and sung also,
" My own dear Son, why art Thou wo?
Have I not done as I should do?
Thy grievance tell me what it is. "
Now sing we with Angelis:
Gloria in excelsis.

" Nay, dear mother, for thee weep I nought,
But for the woe that shall be wrought
To Me ere I mankind have bought.
Was never sorrow like it i-wis. "
Now sing we with Angelis:
Gloria in excelsis.

" Peace, dear Son! Thou grievest me sore;
Thou art my child, I have no more.
Should I see men mine own Son slay?
Alas, my dear Son, what means all this? "
Now sing we with Angelis:
Gloria in excelsis.

" My hands, mother, that ye now see,
Shall be nailed to a tree;
My feet also fast shall be,
Men shall weep that shall see this. "
Now sing we with Angelis:
Gloria in excelsis.

" Ah, dear Son! hard is my happe
To see my child that lay in my lap, —
His hands, His feet that I did wrappe, —
Be so nailed; they never did amisse. "
Now sing we with Angelis:
Gloria in excelsis.

" Ah, dear mother, yet shall a spear
My heart asunder all but tear:
No wonder if I care-ful were
And wept full sore to think on this. "
Now sing we with Angelis:
Gloria in excelsis.