Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
| RORATE coeli desuper! | |
| Hevins, distil your balmy schouris! | |
| For now is risen the bricht day-ster, | |
| Fro the rose Mary, flour of flouris: | |
| The cleir Sone, quhom no cloud devouris, | 5 |
| Surmounting Phebus in the Est, | |
| Is cumin of his hevinly touris: | |
| Et nobis Puer natus est. | |
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| Archangellis, angellis, and dompnationis, | |
| Tronis, potestatis, and marteiris seir, | 10 |
| And all ye hevinly operationis, | |
| Ster, planeit, firmament, and spheir, | |
| Fire, erd, air, and water cleir, | |
| To Him gife loving, most and lest, | |
| That come in to so meik maneir; | 15 |
| Et nobis Puer natus est. | |
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| Synnaris be glad, and penance do, | |
| And thank your Maker hairtfully; | |
| For he that ye micht nocht come to | |
| To you is cumin full humbly | 20 |
| Your soulis with his blood to buy | |
| And loose you of the fiendis arrest— | |
| And only of his own mercy; | |
| Pro nobis Puer natus est. | |
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| All clergy do to him inclyne, | 25 |
| And bow unto that bairn benyng, | |
| And do your observance divyne | |
| To him that is of kingis King: | |
| Encense his altar, read and sing | |
| In holy kirk, with mind degest, | 30 |
| Him honouring attour all thing | |
| Qui nobis Puer natus est. | |
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| Celestial foulis in the air, | |
| Sing with your nottis upon hicht, | |
| In firthis and in forrestis fair | 35 |
| Be myrthful now at all your mycht; | |
| For passit is your dully nicht, | |
| Aurora has the cloudis perst, | |
| The Sone is risen with glaidsum licht, | |
| Et nobis Puer natus est. | 40 |
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| Now spring up flouris fra the rute, | |
| Revert you upward naturaly, | |
| In honour of the blissit frute | |
| That raiss up fro the rose Mary; | |
| Lay out your levis lustily, | 45 |
| Fro deid take life now at the lest | |
| In wirschip of that Prince worthy | |
| Qui nobis Puer natus est. | |
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| Sing, hevin imperial, most of hicht! | |
| Regions of air mak armony! | 50 |
| All fish in flud and fowl of flicht | |
| Be mirthful and mak melody! | |
| All Gloria in excelsis cry! | |
| Heaven, erd, se, man, bird, and best,— | |
| He that is crownit abone the sky | 55 |
| Pro nobis Puer natus est! | |
