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THE NATIVITY OF OUR LORD
Come, give me, child, the tuneful lute, That I, in faithful verse, may sound, A song both sweet and musical,
The mighty deeds of Christ renowned. Of Him alone our muse shall sing, Our lyre His praise alone resound.
Begotten of the Father's breast,
He took the form of fallen flesh,
Lest that fair race which once had sprung
Which race, into the depths of hell
The law had plunged with baleful sway.
O beatus ortus ille,
Psallat altitudo coeli;
Ecce! quem vates vetustis
Te senes et te iuventus,
Voce concordes pudicis
O blest was that nativity,
When bringing forth her first-born Child The Virgin our Salvation bore
Conceived by Spirit undefiled,
Then sing the utmost height of heaven;
Behold! the One whom holy seers
Let Him by all things be extolled!
Thee let old age and Thee let youth,
To make resound Thy praises higher.