_Man, be joyful and mirth thou make,_
_For Christ is made man for thy sake._
Man, be merry, I thee rede,
But be ware what mirths thou make:
Christ is clothèd in thy weed
And He is made man for thy sake.
He came from His Father’s seat,
Into this world to be thy make;
Man, be ware how thou Him treat,
For He is made man for thy sake.
Look thou mercy ever cry,
Now and alway, rathe and late,
And He will set thee wonder high,
For He is made man for thy sake.