Mighty God in majesty,
That ruleth the people of Judye,
When thou on man wilt have pity
And his sins for-bye,
Send some tokening, Lord, to me,
That ylke star that we may see
That Balaam said should rise and be
In his prophecy.
For well I wot, forsooth, I wis,
That his prophecy sooth is,
A star should rise betokening bliss
When God’s son is born.
Therefore, these lords and I in fere (company)
In this mount make our prayer
Devoutly once in the year,
For thereto we be sworn.