Classic Poem

Jesus, almighty King of Blis,
Assumpsit carnem virgine.

As Holy Kirke makes mind,
Intravit ventris thalamum,
Fro Heven to erthe, to save monkind,
Pater misit Filium.

Of Mary milde Christe wolde be borne,
Sine virili semine,
To save monkind that was forlorne
Prime parentis crimine.

To Mary come a messenger,
Ferens salutem homini:
She answerd him with milde chere,
‘Ecce ancilla Domini.’

Mekely on thee the Holy Ghoste
Palacium intrans uteri:
Of all thing meknes is moste
In conspectu Altissimi.

When he was borne that made all thing,
Pastor, creator omnium,
Angelles they began to sing
‘Veni, redemptor gencium.’

Thre kinges come on goid twelfth day,
Stella mycante previa;
To seche that childe they toke tho way,
Portantes sibi munera.

A sterne forth ladde theis kinges all,
Inquirentes Dominum;
Lying in an asse stall
Invenerunt puerum.

For he was King of kinges heghe,
Rex primus aurum optulit;
And also Lorde and King full right,
Secundus rex thus protulit;

For he was God, Mon and King,
Myrra mortem retulit:
He us all to Heven bring,
Qui mortem Cruce voluit.