Alleluya, alleluya, alleluya. A nywe werke is come on honde Þorw my3t & grace of Godys sonde: To saue Þe lost of euery londe, For now is fre Þat erst was bonde: We mowe wel synge, alleluia. By Gabriel by-gunne hit was; ry3t as the sunne shone thorwe the glas, Ihesu Cryst conceyued was of Mary moder, ful of grace. Nowe synge we here, alleluya. Nowe is fulfylled the prophecie of Dauid and of Jeremie and also of Ysaie. Synge we ther-fore, both loude & hye, alleluya, alleluya. Alleluya, this swete songe, oute of a grene branche hit spronge. God sende vs the lyf Þat lasteth longe; nowe ioye & blysse be Þem a-monge Þat thus cunne synge, alleluya.