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CLXV. I bryng tydyngys, thatte be fulle tru
(Who can sey ‘Nay’ to thys?):
Mary is moder of Ihesu,
And god ys fader ys.
1
An angelle came with fulle grete lightAnd seyde: ‘Haylle, fulle of grace.
The lorde of alle by his grete myght
In the hath take a place.’
2
And forthewithalle the holigostInto here wombe dyd light,
And so thatte lorde of myghtys most
Was born of here by right.
3
Laude we thatte lorde with hert and mynde,And loue we hym alsoo,
Thatte of a mayde hath take mankynde
To bryng us owte of woo.
4
God bryng us alle vnto thatte blys,Wheroff none ende schalbe,
Where thatte maydyn and moder ys
Wyth Crist, here sone so fre.
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