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XLII. Bothe man and chielde, haue myende of þis,
How god is sonne of blis
Of Marie myelde man become is
To deye for mannys mys.
1
A mayden myelde hath borne a chielde,A chielde of full grete price,
And is a moder vndefielde
And quene of paradice.
2
The king of blis his fader is,And Ihesus is his name:
To bringe mankyende to heven blis
He hathe borne mannes blame.
3
He was and is and ay shall be(I take recorde of Iohn),
Ay thre in personalite,
In deite but oon.
4
And in a stalle this chielde was bornBitwene bothe oxe and asse
To save, for synne that was forlorn,
Mankyende, as his wille wasse.
5
Whenne he was borne, that heuenly king,Of Mary, quene of blis,
Than: ‘Gloria,’ aungellis did synge,
‘Deo in excelsis.’
6
The prophecy of IsayAnd prophetes alle and sume
Now ended is thus finally,
For god is man become.
7
Nowe laude we god of heven blisWith hert, with wille and myende,
That of a mayde man bicom is
To blis to bringe mankyende.
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