That yonge child when it gan weep. With song she lulled him asleep. That wasso sweet a melody it passed alle minstrelsy. The nightingale sang also.
O first light, brightness and everlasting sun of righteousness: come and enlighten him who sitteth in darkness and the shadow of death.
O Oriens, splendor lucis aeternae et sol justitiae: veni, et illumina sedentes in tenebris et umbra mortis