Out of Your Sleep

Out of your sleep arise and wake!
For God mankind now hath ytake
All of a maid without any make
Of all women she beareth the bell
Glory to God in the highest

And through a maiden fair and wise
Now man is made of full great price
Now angels kneelen to man's servyse
And at this time all this befell
Glory to God in the highest

Now man is brighter than the sun
Now man in heaven on high shall won
Blessed be God this game is begun
And his mother that beareth the bell
Glory to God in the highest

That ever was thrall, now is he free
That ever was small, now great is she
Now shall God deem both thee and me
Unto his bliss if we do well
Glory to God in the highest

Now, blessed Brother, grant us grace
At doomes day to see thy face
And in thy court to have a place
That we may there sing thee Nowell'
Glory to God in the highest