There is no rose of such virtue
As is the rose that bare Jesu;
Alleluia.
For in this rose contained was
Heaven and earth in little space;
Res miranda.
By that rose we may well see
That He is God in person’s three,
Pari forma.
The angels sung the shepherds too:
Gloria in excelsis Deo:
Gaudeamus.
Leave we all this worldly mirth,
And follow we this joyful birth:
Transeamus.
Alleluia! Res miranda!
Pares forma, gaudeamus,
Transeamus!
