Out of your sleep arise (Simon Biazeck)
- Editor: Simon Biazeck (submitted 2016-12-07). Score information: A4, 11 pages, 190 kB Copyright: CPDL
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Original text and translations
Out of your sleep arise and wake,
For God mankind now hath ytake.
All of a maid without any make:
Of all women she beareth the bell.
And through a maide fair and wise,
Now man is made of full great price:
Now angels knelen to man's service,
An at this time all this befell.
Now man is brighter than the sun:
Now man in heav'n on high shall won:
Blessed be God this game is begun
And his mother the Empress of hell.
That ever was thrall now is he free:
That ever was small now great is she:
Now shall God deem be thee and me
Unto this bliss if we do well.
Now man he may to heaven wend:
Now heav'n and earth to him they bend.
He that was foe now is our friend.
This is no nay that I you tell.
Now blessed Brother grant us grace,
At doomes day to see the face,
And in thy court to have a place,
That we may there sing thee nowell.