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XXXII. Gloria in altissimis,
For nowe is borne the king of blis.
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Whenne Criste was borne, an aungell brightTo shepeherdes keping shepe that nyght
Came and seyde with heuenly light:
‘Now Crist is borne, the king of blis.’
2
They dred gretely of that same light,That shone so bright that tyme of nyght
Thurgh the vertu, the grace and myght
Of goddis son, the king of blis.
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The aungell seyde: ‘Drede ye nothing.Beholde, to you grete ioye I bringe
And vnto alle, that be lyving;
For now is born the king of blis.
4
Go to Bedleme, and there ye shallWith Marie myelde in an oxe stall
Fynde an infante, that men shull call
The son of god and king of blis.
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They went furth to Bethelem that stounde,And, as he tolde, a childe they founde
In an oxe stalle in raggis wounde,
The son of god and king of blis.
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The sheperdes tho went home ageynMagnifiyng god, in certayne,
In alle, that they had hard and seyne
Of goddis sonne, the king of blis.
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On new yeresday (scripture seith thus)Circumcided for loue of vs
200
Of goddis sonne, the king of blis.
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On xij.th daye came kingis threeWith golde, encense and myrre so free
Vnto Bedlem to seke and see
The sonne of god and king of blis.
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