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CXXIX. Nowe syng we thys tyme thus:
‘Te deum laudamus.’
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O endles god of maieste,On in godhede, in persons thre,
Lorde of all thyng, we knowlege þe:
Te deum laudamus.
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Angellis of heuen, that be so bryght,And potestatis so full of myght
Sey vnto the, as itt is ryght:
‘Te deum laudamus.’
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Cherubyn and seraphyn with loue ardentSey vnto the with on assent,
Lorde of vertu omnipotent:
‘Te deum laudamus.’
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With endles voice they seye to the:‘Heuyn and erthe, lorde, replete be
With glorie of thy maieste:
Te deum laudamus.’
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The quere of the apostlys dereLaudeth the ay with voicis clere,
And thus they sey with louely chere:
‘Te deum laudamus.’
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The number of the prophetis alsooLaudeth the ay with many moo
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‘Te deum laudamus.’
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The hoste of martirs bright and clereLaudeth þe, lorde, thatt hast no pere,
And thus they seye to the in fere:
‘Te deum laudamus.’
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Fadere and sonne and holigost,Bothe .iij. and .i., of myghtis most,
We knowlege the in euery cost:
Te deum laudamus.
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