Ther is no rose of swych vertu As is the rose that bare Jhesu; Alleluya. For in this rose conteynyd was Heuen and erthe in lytyl space, Res miranda. Be that rose we may weel see That hs is God in personys thre, Pari forma. The aungelys sungyn the shperdes to: ‘Gloria in excelcis Deo.’ Gaudeamus. Leue we al this worldly merthe, And folw we this joyful berthe; Transeamus.
Translation
There is no rose of such virtue as is the rose that bore Jesus, alleluia. For in this rose was contained both heaven and earth in a little space, a thing to wonder at. By that rose we may well see that he is God in persons three, but of equal form. The angels sang to the shepherds, “Glory in the highest to God.” Let us rejoice! Let us leave this worldly mirth and follow this joyful birth. Let us go.