On The Nativity Of Christ
ORATE
coeli
desuper!
Hevins,
distil
your
balmy
schouris!
For
now
is
risen
the
bricht
day-ster,
Fro
the
rose
Mary,
flour
of
flouris:
The
cleir
Sone,
quhom
no
cloud
devouris,
Surmounting
Phebus
in
the
Est,
Is
cumin
of
his
hevinly
touris:
Et
noblis
Puer
natus
est.
Archangellis,
angellis,
and
dompnationis,
Tronis,
potestatis,
and
marteiris
seir,
And
all
ye
hevinly
operationis,
Ster,
planeit,
firmament,
and
spheir,
Fire,
erd,
air,
and
water
cleir,
To
Him
gife
loving,
most
and
lest,
That
come
in
to
so
meik
maneir;
Et
nobis
Puer
natus
est.
Synnaris
be
glad,
and
penance
do,
And
thank
your
Maker
hairtfully;
For
he
that
ye
micht
nocht
come
to
To
you
is
cumin
full
humbly
Your
souilis
with
his
blood
to
buy
And
loose
you
of
the
fiendis
arrest—
And
only
of
his
own
mercy;
Pro
nobis
Puer
natus
est.
All
clergy
do
to
him
inclyne,
And
bow
unto
that
bairn
benyng,
And
do
your
observance
divyne
To
him
that
is
of
kingis
King:
Encense
his
altar,
read
and
sing
In
holy
kirk,
with
mind
digest,
Him
honouring
attour
all
thing
Qui
nobis
Puer
natus
est.
Celestial
foulis
in
the
air,
Sing
with
your
nottis
upon
hicht,
In
firthis
and
in
forrestis
fair
Be
myrthful
now
at
all
your
mycht;
For
passit
is
your
dully
nicht,
Aurora
has
the
cloudis
perst,
The
Son
is
risen
with
glaidsum
licht,
Et
nobis
Puer
natus
est.
Now
spring
up
flouris
fra
the
rute,
Revert
you
upward
naturaly,
In
honour
of
the
blissit
frute
That
raiss
up
fro
the
rose
Mary;
Lay
out
your
levis
lustily,
Fro
deid
take
life
now
at
the
lest
In
wirschip
of
the
Prince
worthy
Qui
nobis
Puer
natus
est.
Sing,
hevin
imperial,
most
of
hicht!
Regions
of
air
mak
armony!
All
fish
in
flud
and
fowl
of
flicht
Be
mirthful
and
mak
melody!
All
Gloria
in
excelsis
cry!
Heaven,
erd,
se,
man,
bird,
and
best,—
He
that
is
crownit
abone
the
sky
Pro
nobis
Puer
natus
est!
