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| East rose window -- Cathedral of Notre Dame de Paris |
January 4th – Eleventh Day
of Christmas
Born is the Babe
1. Born is the Babe, the only Branch
of Peace,
The sweet Messias, God's most holy Son,
Whose death our life, whose wounds our joys increase,
Who wrought our weal when al our hope was gone.,
Whose grief our joy, whose lack relieved our loss,
Who cured our care by suffering on the Cross.
2. Born is the Lamb, the Sacrifice
of Joy,The sweet Messias, God's most holy Son,
Whose death our life, whose wounds our joys increase,
Who wrought our weal when al our hope was gone.,
Whose grief our joy, whose lack relieved our loss,
Who cured our care by suffering on the Cross.
The Spotless Person, Ransom of our sin,
The sweet Samaritan that cured all annoy,
The Son (in) whom the Sire delighted in,
The Haven of Peace when worldly troubles toss,
Who cured our care by suffering on the Cross.
3. Born is the Shepherd careful of his sheep,
The Light of Glory bright of majesty,
The Father's Power who hath our sins in keep,
The very Beam of true Divinity,
Whom praise we still when worldly troubles toss,
Who cured our care by suffering on the Cross.
Words:
English Traditional, Early Seventeenth Century. Source: Edith Rickert, Ancient English
Christmas Carols: 1400-1700 (London: Chatto & Windus, 1914), pp.
164-5.
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