As Madonna hoist’d the child unto h’r lap,

those ’round h’r sigh’d in wond’r.

Ay, the saints hath said, hail the baby Christ,

f’r it is the Lord who shalt bringeth us out of our mis’ry.

 

That the Lord shalt quench our thirst,

that He shalt filleth our stomachs,

that He shalt provideth us safety,

and lasteth but not least, that he shalt filleth our hearts with joy.