1 Childling of a maiden bright
Life today hath brought to light;
And hath put the prince of night
With his flock of fiends to flight:
Christus natus hodie.

2 Whoso aught hath done amiss,
And it rue him sore for this,
Mary’s Babe will shrive iwis,
Gentle as a Lamb He is:
Miserere, Domine.

3 He at Bethlehem was born,
Salem gave Him crown of thorn,
Life of want and death of scorn—
All for love of man forlorn.
Ergo benedicite.

4 On this Infant may we call,
Born for man in oxen stall;
He vouchsafes us bliss withal
In His everlasting hall.
Cum Maria Virgine.