Britten: A Ceremony of Carols, Op. 28: III. There Is No Rose

There is no rose of such vertu

As is the rose that bare Jesu.

Alleluia, Alleluia.

For in this rose conteinèd was

Heaven and earth in litel space

Res miranda, Res miranda.

By that rose we may well see

There be one God in persons three,

Pares forma, Pares forma.

The aungels sungen the shepherds to:

Gloria in excelsis Deo.

Gaudeamus, Gaudeamus.

Leave we all this werldly mirth,

And follow we this joyful birth.

Transeamus, Transeamus, Transeamus.

Alleluia, Res miranda, Pares forma, Gaudeamus,

Transeamus, Transeamus, Transeamus.