Gloria Tibi Domine



There is a Child born of our blessed Virgin
I heard a Maid lullaby to sing
Peace, my dear Child, of thy weeping
For thou shalt be our Heavenly King
Now sing we, and now sing we
To the Gloria tibi Domine
O Mother! O Mother! your wishes are nought
It is not for me such carols are wrought
Such carols were never by woman thought
To the Gloria tibi Domine
Now sing we, and now sing we
To the Gloria tibi Domine
O my dear Son, why sayest thou so?
Thou art my Son, I have no moe
When Gabriel begot thee, full of grace
Thou needest not tell me of this case
Now sing we, and now sing we
To the Gloria tibi Domine
O they will thrust, Mother, my head from my hair
With a crown of thorns they will me not spare
And with the sharp spears my heart will tear
To the Gloria tibi Domine
Now sing we, and now sing we
To the Gloria tibi Domine
O come you here, Mother, and you shall see
My hands and my feet nailed to the rood tree
And my feet, Mother, are fastned thereby
A vile sight, Mother for you to see
Now sing we, and now sing we
To the Gloria tibi Domine
And now sing we more or less
And welcome be this merry Christmas