There is No Rose of Such Virtue

There is no rose of such virtue

As is the rose that bare Jesu;

Alleluia.

For in this rose contained was

Heaven and earth in little space;

Res miranda.

By that rose we may well see

That he is God in persons three,

Pari forma.

The angels sungen the shepherds to:

Gloria in excelsis deo:

Gaudeamus.

Leave we all this worldly mirth,

And follow we this joyful birth;

Transeamus.

Alleluia, res miranda,

Pares forma, gaudeamus,

Transeamus.