The sterne is rissin of our Redemptioun

The Sterne is rissin of our redemptioun
In Baithlem, with bemes blyth and bricht ;
The Sone of God in erd he schewin him boun,
Amang his angellis with a glorius licht,
As hevynnyis Lord of maieste and mycht !
Cum mortall kingis, and fall on kneis doun
Befoir the King of lestand lyfe and lycht :
The Sterne is rissin of our redemptioun.

All empriouris, kingis, princis, and preleittis,
Heir nakit borne, and nvreist vp with noy,
Leif all ȝour wofull truble and debaittis,
Cum, luke on the eternall King of joy ;
Ly all on grufe, befoir that hich grand Roy,
That only King of euery regioun,
Off Perce, of Ynd, of Egipt, Grece, and Troy :
The Sterne is rissin of our redemptioun.

Inclyne befoir the Cristin Conquerour,
Of every kith, and kinryk vndir sky,
The he makar, the mychte Saluatour,
The meik Redimar most to magnify;
With reverend feir doun on ȝour facis ly,
And on this day in his laudatioun,
Aue Redemptor Jesu ! all ȝe cry;
The Sterne is rissin of our redemptioun.

We may nocht in this vale of bale abyd,
Ourdirkit with the sable clud nocturn ;
The Sterne of glory is rissyn ws to gyd,
Abone the speir of Mars and of Saturn ;
Abone Phebus, the radius lamp divrn,
To the superne eternall regioun,
Quhair noxiall skyis may mak no sogeorn ;
The Sterne is rissin of our redemptioun.

All follow we the Sterne of most brichtnes,
With the thre blisfull orientall kingis
The Sterne of day, voyder of dirknes,
Abone all sterris, planeitis, speiris, and singis ;
Beseiking him, fra quhome all mercy springis,
Ws to ressaue, with mirth of angell soun,
In to the hevin quhair the Imperiall ringis :
The Sterne is rissin of our redemptioun

Finis Natiuitatis Dei.