Ane Sang Of The Birth Of Christ (Balulalow)

歌詞

I come fra hevin here to tell The best nowells that e'er befell To you thir tythings trew I bring And I will of them say and sing. To you this day is born ane child Of Marie meik and Virgin mild. That blissit bairn bening and kind Sall you rejoyce baith hart and mind. Lat us rejoyis and be blyth And with the Hydris go full swyth And see what God of his grace hes done Throu Christ to bring us to his throne My saull and life, stand up and see What lyis in ane cribbe of tree. What Babe is that, sa gude and fair? It is Christ, God's Son and Air. The silk and sandell thee to eis Ar hay and sempill sweilling clais, Whar thou greit glorious God and King As thou in hev'n war in thy ring. And war the warld ten times sa wide, Cled ouer with gold and stanes of pride Unworthie yit it were to thee Under thy feet ane stule to be. O my deir hart, yung Jesus sweit, Prepare thy creddil in my spreit! And I sall rock thee in my hart And never mair fra thee depart. Bot I sall praise thee evermoir With sangis sweit unto thy gloir. The kneis of my hart sall I bow, And sing that rycht Balulalow.