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17. In die natiuitatis
O radix iesse simpliceste nos inuocamus
Veni vt nos liberes
quem iam expectamus.
O of iesse thow holy rote
that to thi pepill arte syker merke
We calle to the be thow our bote
In the that we gronde all owr werke.
Thy laude ys exalted by lords and kyngs
No man to pryse the may suffice
Off the spryngith vertu and all gode thyngs
Come and delyuer vs fro owre malice.
Off the may no malice growe
That þou thy selue arte pure godenesse
In the be rotedde what we showe
And graunte ows blisse after owr decesse.
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