Now glaidith euery liffis creature

Now glaidith euery liffis creature,
With bliss, and confortable glaidness,
The hevynnis King is cled in our nature,
Ws fro the deth with ransoun for to redress ;
The lamp of joy, that chasis all dirkness,
Ascendit to be the warldis licht,
Fro euery baill our boundis for to bless,
Borne of the glorius Virgyn Mary bricht.

Abone the radius hevin etheriall,
The court of sterris, the courss of sone and mone,
The potent Prince of joy imperiall,
The he surmonting Empriour abone,
Is cummyn fra his mychtie Faderis trone
In erd, with ane inestimable licht,
And is, of angellis with a sweit intone,
Borne of the most chest Virgyn Mary bricht.

Quho euir in erd hard so blyth a story,
Or tithing of sa grit felicite,
As how the garthe of all grace and glory
For luve and mercy hes tane humanite ;
Makar of angellis, man, erd, hevin, and se,
And to ourcum our fo, and put to flicht,
Is cumin a bab, full of benignite,
Borne of the most chest Virgyn Mary bricht

The souerane Senȝour of all celsitude,
That sittis abone the ordour cherubin,
Quhilk all thing creat, and all thing dois includ,
That neuir sall end, na neuir moir did begin,
But quhome is nocht, fra quhome no tyme dois rin,
With quhome all gud is, with quhome is euery wicht,
Is with his woundis cum for to wesche our syn ;
Borne of the most chest Virgyn Mary bricht.

Quhairfoir sing all with confort and glaidnes,
And cast away all cair and cuvatice ;
Devoyd all wo, and leif in merines ;
Exerce vertew, and banyss euery vice ;
Dispyss fortun, richt rynis on synk and sise ;
And, in the honour of his blisfull mycht,
All welcum we the Prince of Paradice,
Borne of the most chest Virgyn Mary bricht.

Finis.