Babe Is Born, A

A Babe is born, all of a maid,

To bring salvation unto us;

No more are we to sing afraid,

Veni Creator Spiritus.

At Bethlehem, that blessèd place,

The Child of bliss then born He was;

Him aye to serve, God give us grace,

O Lux beata Trinitas.

There came three kings out of the East,

To worship there that King so free;

With gold and myrrh and frankincense,

A solis ortus cardine.

The shepherds heard an angel cry,

A merry song that night sang he,

"Why are ye all so sore aghast?"

Iam lucis orto sidere.

The angel came down with a cry,

A fair and joyful song sang he,

All in the worship of that Child,

Gloria Tibi Domine.