Hym to serve, go ȝeve us gras,
O lux beata trinitas.
Ther come thre kynges out of the est,
To worchepe the Kyng that is so fre,
With gold and myrre and francincens,
A solis ortus cardine.
The herdes herdyn an aungele cry,
A merye song then sungyn he,
Qwy arn ȝe so sore a-gast?
Jam ortus solis cardine.