Jerusalem reioss for joy

Jerusalem reioss for joy,
Jesus the sterne of most bewte
In the is rissin, as rychtous roy,
Fro dirknes to illumyne the ;
With glorius sound of angell gle,
Thy Prince is borne in Baithlem,
Quhilk sall the mak of thraldome fre ;
Illuminare Jerusalem !

With angellis licht, in legionis,
Thow art illumynit all about ;
Thre Kingis of strenge regionis
To the ar cumin with lusty rout,
All drest with dyamantis but dout,
Reverst with gold in every hem ;
Sounding attonis with a schout,
Illuminare Jerusalem !

The regeand tirrant that in the rang,
Herod, is exilit and his ofspring
The land of Juda, that josit wrang ;
And rissin is now thy richtouss King.
So he, so mychtie is and ding,
Quhen men his gloriuss name dois nem,
Hevin, erd, and hell makis inclynyng :
Illumynare Jerusalem !

His cummyng knew all element ;
The air be sterne did him persaife ;
The watter, quhen dry he on it went ;
The erd, that trymlit all and raife ;
The sone, quhen he no lichtis gaif ;
The croce, quhen it wes done contem ;
The stanis, quhen thay in pecis claif :
Illumynare Jerusalem !

The deid him knew that raiss vpricht,
Quhilk lang tyme had the erd lyne vndir;
Crukit, and blynd declarit his micht,
That helit of thame so mony hundir ;
Nature him knew, and had grit wundir,
Quhen he of wirgyn wes born but wem ;
Hell, quhen thair ȝettis wer brokin asundir :
Illumynare Jerusalem !

Finis.