 | Die Gedichte des Franziskaners Jakob Ryman |  |
LX. Beholde, to you gret ioy I bring,
For nowe is born Crist heuen king.
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On xij.the day came kingis threWith golde, encense and myrre so fre
Vnto Bethelem to seke and see
The son of god, Crist heuen king.
2
In here way tho Herode, that kyng,Bade them goo and axe inquiring,
Where this chielde was (and worde hym bring),
The sonne of god, Crist heuen king.
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They passed furth, and the sterre brightWent before them and gave them light,
Till they came, where they had a sight
Of goddis son, Crist heuen king.
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Warned they were in theire slepe thoo,They shulde not go to Herode, theire foo:
Another way home they be goo
By vertu of Crist heven king.
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Into Egipte Ioseph fledde thooWith the chielde and moder alsoo:
The aungell bade hym thider goo
With Mary and Crist heven king.
6
Herode seyng, he hadde a trayne,Alle children of Israell hath slayne
For this chielde Crist, that is, certayn,
The son of god and heven king.
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