"Nay, dear mother, for thee weep I nought, But for the woe that shall be wrought To Me ere I mankind have bought. Was never sorrow like it i-wis." Now sing we with Angelis: Gloria in excelsis. "Peace, dear Son! Thou grievest me sore: Thou art my child, I have no more. Should I see men mine own Son slay? Alas, my dear Son, what means all this?" Now sing we with Angelis: Gloria in excelsis. "My hands, Mother, that ye now see, Shall be nailed to a tree; My feet also fast shall be, Men shall weep that shall see this." Now sing we with Angelis: Gloria in excelsis. "Ah, dear Son, hard is my happe To see my child that lay in my lap,-- His hands, His feet that I did wrappe,-- Be so nailed; they never did amisse." Now sing we with Angelis: Gloria in excelsis. "Ah, dear Mother, yet shall a spear My heart asunder all but tear: No wonder if I care-ful were And wept full sore to think on this." Now sing we with Angelis: Gloria in excelsis. PART TWO CHAPTER VIII THE MAGI Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea in the days of Herod the king, Behold, there came Magi from the East to Jerusalem, Saying, Where is he that is born king of the Jews? S. Matt. II, i. Hail to thee, Mary, the fair dove, which hath borne for us God the Word. We give thee salutation with the Angel Gabriel, saying, Hail, thou that art full of grace; the Lord is with thee. Hail to thee, O Virgin, the very and true Queen; hail, glory of our race. Thou hast borne for us Emmanuel. We pray thee, remember us, O thou our faithful advocate with our Lord Jesus Christ, that He may forgive us our sins. COPTIC.