Soon must I sing with rejoicing,
For the time it is run.
Of a wee child all undefiled,
The King of Heaven’s Son.

His blood so red for thee was shed,
The price it was not small.
Remember well that which I tell,
And come when Jesu call.

Man stands in doubt, and seekst about,
Where that they mayst him see.
Idols they set, riches to get,
Fashioned from stone and tree.

His blood so red for thee was shed,
The price it was not small.
Remember well that which I tell,
And come when Jesu call.

Mankind I call which lies in thrall,
For love he made thee free.
To pay the debt the price was great,
From Hell he ransomed thee.

His blood so red for thee was shed,
The price it was not small.
Remember well that which I tell,
And come when Jesu call.