A Babe is born, all of a maid, To bring salvation unto us; No more are we to sing afraid, Veni Creator Spiritus. At Bethlehem, that bless??d place, The Child of bliss then born He was; Him aye to serve, God give us grace, O Lux beata Trinitas. There came three kings out of the East, To worship there that King so free; With gold and myrrh and frankincense, A solis ortus cardine. The shepherds heard an angel cry, A merry song that night sang he, ???Why are ye all so sore aghast???? Iam lucis orto sidere. The angel came down with a cry, A fair and joyful song sang he, All in the worship of that Child, Gloria Tibi Domine.