XLVI.
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Alle genge, plaies with hend til heuen,
Miries to god in gladful steuen:
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For lauerd hegh, aghful to se,
King mikil ouer alle land es he.
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He vndrelaid folke vntil vs,
And genge vndre our fete þus.
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He ches til vs his heritage som dele,
Fairehed ofe Iacob whilk he loued wele.
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Vpstegh god in mirthe and blisse,
Lauerd in steuen of beme þat isse.
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Singes til oure god, singe yhe;
Singes til oure kinge, singe yhe!
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For king of alle erthe god es strange;
Singes wiseli, wele and lange.
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Rike sal god ouer genge þat is;
God sites on sete hali his.
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Princes of folke þai samened þam
With þe god of Abraham:
For goddes stalworthe of erthe þat are,
Swith mikel vphouen þai ware.
