Luke 1: 26-38
The Angel Gabriel announces to the Virgin Mary that she will bear the Son of the Most High ~ Part I
In the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent by God to a town in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin engaged to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David. The virgin's name was Mary. And he came to her and said, "Greetings, favored one! The Lord is with you." But she was much perplexed by his words and pondered what sort of greeting this might be. The angel said to her, "Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. And now, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you will name him Jesus. He will be great, and will be called the Son of the Most High, and the Lord God will give to him the throne of his ancestor David. He will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of his kingdom there will be no end." Mary said to the angel, "How can this be, since I am a virgin?" The angel said to her, "The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; therefore the child to be born will be holy; he will be called Son of God. And now, your relative Elizabeth in her old age has also conceived a son; and this is the sixth month for her who was said to be barren. For nothing will be impossible with God." Then Mary said, "Here am I, the servant of the Lord; let it be with me according to your word." Then the angel departed from her.
Benjamin Britten's 'There is no Rose'; A Ceremony of Carols, Op. 28 performed by McGill Youth Choir
This is the text of a 15th century carol that mixes Middle English and Latin.
There is no rose of such vertu (virtue)
As is the rose that bare Jesu.
For in this rose conteinèd was
Heaven and earth in litel space
Res Miranda, Res Miranda. (miraculous thing)
By that rose we may well see
There be one God in persons three,
Pares forma, Pares forma. (all Persons of the Trinity of equal substance)
The aungels sungen the shepherds to: (angels sang)
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Gaudeamus, Gaudeamus. (rejoice)
Leave we all this werdly mirth, (worldly)
And follow we this joyful mirth.
Transeamus, Transeamus. (let us go....to Bethlehem)