[Angelus ad pastores dicit: “Gloria in excelsis Deo."1 | ||
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ANGELUS Joye to God that sytt in hevyn And pes to man on erthe grownde! A chylde is born benethe the levyn Thurwe hym many folke shul be unbownde! Sacramentys ther shul be sefne, Wonnyn thorwe that childys wounde. Therfore, I synge a joyful stevene: The flowre of frenchep now is founde, God that wonyght on hygh. He is gloryed, mannys gost to wynne; He hath sent salve to mannys synne; Pes is comyn to mannys kynne Thorwe Goddys sleytys slygh. PASTOR 1 Maunfras, Maunfras, felawe myne — I saw a grett lyght with shene shyne! Yit saw I nevyr so selkowth syne Shapyn upon the skyes! It is bryghtere than the sunnebem; It comyth ryght ovyr all this rem! Evyn above Bedleem I saw it brenne thryes. PASTOR 2 Thu art my brother, Boosras. I have beholdyn the same pas! I trowe it is tokenynge of gras, That shynynge shewyght beforn: Balaam spak in prophesye A lyght shuld shyne upon the skye Whan a sone of a mayd Marye In Bedleem were iborn. PASTOR 3 Thow I make lytyl noyse, I am an herde that hattyht Moyse. I herde carpynge of a croyse, Of Moyses in his lawe, Of a mayd, a barne born. On a tre he shulde be torn, Delyver folkys that arn forlorn — The chylde shulde be slawe. PASTOR 1 Balaam spak in prophecie: Out of Jacob shuld shyne a skye, Many folke he shulde bye With his bryght blood — Be that bryght blod that he shulde blede. He shal us brynge fro the develys drede As a duke most dowty, in dede, Thorwe his deth on rode. PASTOR 2 Amos spak with mylde meth: A frute swettere than bawmys breth, His deth shulde slen oure sowlys deth And drawe us all from helle. Therfore, such lyght goth beforn In tokyn that the childe is born Whiche shal save that is forlorn, As prophetys gonne spelle. PASTOR 3 Danyel the prophete thus gan speke: Wyse God from woo us wreke, Thi bryght hevyn thu tobreke And medele thee with a mayde. This prophecye is now spad. Cryst in oure kend is clad: Therfore, mankend may be glad As prophetys beforn han seyd. [“Gloria in excelsis Deo" cantent. PASTOR 1 Ey, ey, this was a wondyr note That was now songyn above the sky! I have that voys ful wele, I wote — Thei songe “Gle, glo, glory." PASTOR 2 Nay, so mot y the, so was it nowth! I have that songe ful wele inum; In my wytt weyl it is wrought: It was “Gle, glo, glas, glum." PASTOR 3 The songe methought it was “Glory." And aftyrwarde, he seyd us to Ther is a chylde born shal be a prynce myghty! For to seke that chylde, I rede we go. PASTOR 1 The prophecye of Boosdras is spedly sped. Now leyke we hens as that lyght us lede. Myght we se onys that bryght on bed — Our bale it wolde unbynde — We shulde shodyr for no shoure. Buske we us hens to Bedleem boure To se that fayr fresch flowre, The mayde mylde in mynde. PASTOR 2 Lete us folwe with all oure myght, With songe and myrth we shul us dyght And wurchep with joye that wurthy wyght, That Lord is of mankynne. Lete us go forthe, fast on hye And honowre that babe wurthylye — With merthe, songe, and melodye. Have do! This songe begynne. |
(see note); (t-note) on the earth the heavenly lights Through seven; (see note); (t-note) Won through; child’s wounds; (t-note) song; (see note) friendship Dwells; (t-note) glorified, man’s spirit healing; man’s Peace; mankind Through God’s sly devices; (t-note) Shepherd 1; my fellow; (t-note) Brilliance; (see note); (t-note) wonderful a sign; (t-note) Made in realm Bethlehem burn thrice; (see note) event I think; grace; (t-note) is shown spoke; (see note) When; (t-note) Bethlehem Though; (t-note) herder called Moses; (t-note) talk; cross; (see note) Moses child tree are lost slain spoke star; (see note) redeem By from fearing the devil mighty Through; a cross spoke; mild manner; (see note) child; balm’s breath slay our soul’s lead us lost have declared (see note) woe deliver us break open join done likeness mankind Let them sing, “Glory to God in the highest." wonderful song; (see note); (t-note) I remember; voice; I think (ascertain) They sang; (see note) so might I thrive; not understood; (t-note) mind; recorded (see note) said to us (t-note) to seek; suggest speedily done; (see note) let’s go once; fair [child] troubles; (t-note) shudder; rain shower; (t-note) Hurry; Bethlehem town; (t-note) follow; (see note) shall prepare creature quickly with devotion Hurry up! |
[Tunc pastores cantabunt “Stella celi extirpavit" quo facto ibunt ad querendum Christum. 2; (see note) |
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PASTOR 1 Heyle, floure of flourys, fayrest ifownde! Heyle, perle, peerles primerose of prise! Heyl, blome on bedde! We shul be unbownde With thi blody woundys and werkys full wyse! Heyl, God grettest! I grete thee on grownde! The gredy devyl shal grone grysly as a gryse Whan thu wynnyst this worlde with thi wyde wounde3 And puttyst man to Paradys with plenty of prys! To love thee is my delyte. Heyl, floure fayr and fre, Lyght from the Trynyté! Heyl, blyssyd mote thu be! Heyl, mayden fayrest in syght! PASTOR 2 Heyl, floure ovyr flowrys fowndyn in fryght! Heyl, Cryst kynde in oure kyth! Heyl, werker of wele to wonyn us wyth! Heyl, wynnere, iwys Heyl, formere and frende Heyl, fellere of the fende Heyl, clad in oure kende! Heyl, Prince of Paradys! PASTOR 3 Heyl, Lord ovyr lordys that lyggyst ful lowe! Heyl, kynge ovyr kyngys thi kynrede to knowe! Heyl, comely knyth, the devyl to overthrowe! Heyl, flowre of alle! Heyl, werkere to wynne Bodyes bowndyn in synne! Heyl, in a bestys bynne, Bestad in a stalle. JOSEPH Herdys on hylle Beth not stylle But seyth youre wylle To many a man: How God is born This mery morn — That is forlorn Fyndyn he can. PASTOR 1 We shull telle Be dale and hylle How Harwere of Helle Was born this nyght, Myrthis to melle And fendys to quelle, That were so felle Agens his ryght. PASTOR 2 Farewel, babe and barne of blys! Farewel, Lord that lovely is! Thee to wurchep thi feet I kys. On knes to thee I falle, Thee to wurchepe I falle on kne. All this werd may joye of thee! Now farewel, Lorde of grett pousté! Ya, farewel kynge of alle. PASTOR 3 Thow I be the last that take my leve, Yit, fayre mullynge, take it nat at no greve. Now, fayre babe, wele mut thu cheve! Fayr chylde, now have good day. Fareweyl, myn owyn dere derlyng: Iwys, thu art a ryght fayr thyng! Farewel, my Lorde and my swetyng! Farewel, born in pore aray. MARIA Now ye herdmen, wel mote ye be, For youre omage and youre syngynge My sone shal aqwyte yow in hefne se, And geve yow all ryght good hendynge. Amen. |
Hail; flowers; found; (see note) pearl, peerless primrose; price bloom; freed bloody wounds; works to the earth horribly as a boar in Paradise; riches excellent; (t-note) may in the woodlands noble one; country good fortune to dwell with us victor, indeed Maker destroyer of the fiend form lies knight worker bound beasts’ stable Placed Shepherds; (see note); (t-note) Whoever is lost shall; (see note) In valleys and hills the Harrower Mirth to bring fiends; kill fierce Against child world; rejoice great power Though fair darling; do not grieve may you fare Indeed sweet one poor estate may; (see note) homage reward; from heaven’s throne endings (t-note) |