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