The King of Blis

Lyrics

Gloria in altissimis For nowe is borne the King of Blis When Criste was borne, an angell bright To shepherdes keeping shepe that nyght Came and seyde with heav'nly light 'Now Crist is borne, the King of Blis.' They dred gretely of that same light That shone so bright that tyme of nygyt Through the vertu, the grace, and myght Of Goddes Son, the King of Blis The angell seyde, 'Drede ye nothing; Beholde, to you grete joye I bringe And unto alle that be lyving For now is born the King of Blis.' 'Go to Bethlem, and there ye shall With Marie mylde in an oxe stall Fynde an infante that men shall call The Son of God and King of Blis.' They went forth to Bethlehem that stounde And, as he tolde, a childe they founde In an ox stall in ragges wounde The Son of God and King of Blis The shepherdes they went home ageyn Magnifying God, in certayne In alle that they had heard and seyn Of Goddes Sonne, the King of Blis On Twelfth Daye came kinges three With golde, incense, and myrrh so free Unto Bethlem to seek and see The Sonne of God and King of Blis Gloria in altissimis For nowe is borne the King of Blis