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<poem> | |||
A babe is born all of a may, | |||
To bring salvation unto us. | |||
To him we sing both night and day: | |||
''Veni Creator Spiritus.'' | |||
At Bethlehem, that blessed place, | |||
The child of bliss now born he was; | |||
And him to serve God give us grace, | |||
''O lux beata Trinitas.'' | |||
There came three kings out of the East, | |||
To worship the King that is so free, | |||
With gold and myrrh and frankincense, | |||
''A solis ortus cardine.'' | |||
The herdes[?] heard an angel’s cry, | |||
A merry song then sungen he. | |||
‘Why are ye so sore aghast?’ | |||
''Jam ortus solis cardine.'' | |||
The angels came down with one cry, | |||
A merry song then sungen they | |||
In the worship of that child: | |||
''Gloria tibi Domine'' | |||
</poem> | |||
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- Editor: Clifford Boyd (submitted 2001-02-21). Score information: Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: A Babe is Born
Composer: Clifford Boyd
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SSAA
Genre: Sacred, Carol
Languages: English, Latin
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description:
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Original text and translations
English and Latin text
A babe is born all of a may,
To bring salvation unto us.
To him we sing both night and day:
Veni Creator Spiritus.
At Bethlehem, that blessed place,
The child of bliss now born he was;
And him to serve God give us grace,
O lux beata Trinitas.
There came three kings out of the East,
To worship the King that is so free,
With gold and myrrh and frankincense,
A solis ortus cardine.
The herdes[?] heard an angel’s cry,
A merry song then sungen he.
‘Why are ye so sore aghast?’
Jam ortus solis cardine.
The angels came down with one cry,
A merry song then sungen they
In the worship of that child:
Gloria tibi Domine