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XLIII. My herte is sette alone
On god bothe thre and one.
1
I loue a louer, that loueth me well,To alle mankyende whiche is socoure,
And his name is Emanuell:
Of alle louers he is the floure.
2
His moder is a virgyne pureIn worde, in dede, in wille and thought,
Of whome he toke mortall nature
To save mankyende, that had myswrought.
3
He was dede and beried in sightAnd rose ayene on the iijde daye
And steyed to blis by his grete myght,
That was and is and shall be ay.
4
He is called king Assuere,Hester his moder callid is:
Crowned they be bothe ij in fere,
He king, she quene of heven blis.
5
Oure lorde Ihesus of Nazareth,That for oure sake shed his hert bloode
And on the crosse did suffre deth,
To vs mote be eternall foode.
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