A solis ortus cardine
Ad usque terræ limitem,
Christum canamus Principem,
Natum Maria Virgine.
Beatus auctor sæculi
Servile corpus induit:
Ut carne carnem liberans,
Ne perderet quos condidit.
Castæ Parentis viscera
Clestis intrat gratia:
Venter Puellæ bajulat
Secreta, quæ non noverat.
Domus pudici pectoris
Templum repente fit Dei:
Intacta nesciens virum,
Concepit alvo Filium.
Quem Gabriel prædixerat,
Quem ventre Matris gestiens,
Baptista clausum senserat.
Fno jacere pertulit:
Præsepe non abhorruit:
Et lacte modico pastus est,
Per quem nec ales esurit.
Gaudet chorus clestium,
Et Angeli canunt Deo;
Palamque fit pastoribus
Pastor, Creator omnium.
Jesus, tibi sit gloria,
Qui natus es de Virgine,
Cum Patre, et almo Spiritu
In sempiterna sæcula.
From the lands that see the sun arise
To earths remotest boundaries,
The Virgin-born to-day we sing,
The Son of Mary, Christ the King.
Blest Author of this earthly frame,
To take a servants form He came,
That, liberating flesh by flesh,
Whom He had made might live afresh.
In that chaste parents holy womb
Celestial grace hath found its home;
And she, as earthly bride unknown,
Yet calls that Offspring blest her own.
The mansion of the modest breast
Becomes a shrine where God shall rest:
The pure and undefiled one
Conceived in her womb the Son.
That Son, that Royal Son she bore,
Whom Gabriels voice had told afore;
Whom, in His mother yet concealed,
The infant Baptist had revealed.
The manger and the straw He bore,
The cradle did He not abhor;
By milk in infant portions fed,
Who gives een fowls their daily bread.
The heavenly chorus filled the sky,
The Angels sang to God on high,
What time to shepherds, watching lone,
They made creations Shepherd known.
All honor, laud, and glory be,
O Jesu, Virgin-born to Thee:
All glory, as is ever meet,
To Father and to Paraclete.