A Ceremony of Carols, Op. 28: III. There Is No Rose

There is no rose of such vertu as is the rose that bare Jesu.

Alleluia, alleluia.

For in this rose conteinèd was heaven and earth in litel space,

Res miranda, res miranda.

By that rose we may well see there be one God in persons three,

Pares forma, pares forma,

The aungels sungen the shepherds to:

Gloria in excelsis,

gloria in excelsis Deo.

Gaudeamus, gaudeamus.

Leave we all this werldly mirth, and follow we this joyful birth.

Transeamus, transeamus, transeamus.

Alleluia, res miranda, pares forma, gaudeamus,

Transeamus, transeamus, transeamus.