O endless comfort of the earth,
And heaven's eternal grace.

Sing, lullaby, my little boy,
Sing, lullaby, my livës joy.

Thee sanctity herself doth serve,
Thee goodness doth attend,
Thee blessedness doth wait upon,
And virtues all commend.

Sing, lullaby, my little boy,
Sing, lullaby, my livës joy.

Great kings and prophets wished have
To see that I possess,

Yet wish I never thee to see,

If not in thankfulness.

Sing, lullaby, my little boy,

Sing, lullaby, my livës joy.

Let heaven and earth, and saints and

men,

Assistance give to me,

That all their most occurring aid
Augment my thanks to thee.

Sing, lullaby, my little boy,
Sing, lullaby, my livës joy.

And let the ensuing blessed race,
Thou wilt succeeding raise,

OUR LADY'S LULLABY

Join all their praises unto mine,
To multiply thy praise.

Sing, lullaby, my little boy,
Sing, lullaby, my livës joy.

And take my service well in worth,
And Joseph's here with me,
Who of my husband bears the name,
Thy servant for to be.

Sing, lullaby, my little boy,
Sing, lullaby, my livës joy.

Thomas Howell

Of Misery

Corpse, clad with carefulness;
Heart, heaped with heaviness;
Purse, poor and penniless;
Back, bare in bitterness;

O get my grave in readiness;

Fain would I die to end this stress.