Nowell, nowell, nowell (Gothic Voices, Christopher Page), 1996
Nowell, Nowell, Nowell this is the saluctacion off the aungell Gabriell
Whan he fyrst presentid was before hyr fayer visag, In the most demurer and goodly wys he ded to hyr omag, And seid, Lady frome heven so hy, that lordes herytag, The wich off the borne wold be, I am sent on messag.
Nowell, Nowell, Nowell this is the saluctacion off the aungell Gabriell
Hayle, virgyne celestial, the mekest that ever was; Hayle, temple of deite and myrrour off all grace; Hayle, virgyne puer, I the ensure within full lyty[l] space, Thou shalt receyve and hym conceyve that shal bryng gret solace.
Nowell, Nowell, Nowell this is the saluctacion off the aungell Gabriell
Sodenly she, abashid truly, but not al thyng dysmaid, With mynd dyscret and mek spyryt to the aungell she said: By what maner shuld I chyld bere, the wich ever a maid Have lyvid chast, al my lyf past, and never mane asaid?
Nowell, Nowell, Nowell this is the saluctacion off the aungell Gabriell
Than ageyne to hire certeyn answered the aungell, O lady dere, be off good chere, and dred the never a dell, Thou shalt conceyve in thi body, mayden, very God hym self, In whos byrth heven and erth shal joy, callid Emanuell.
Nowell, Nowell, Nowell this is the saluctacion off the aungell Gabriell