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CXXXII. Nowe syng we thys tyme þus:
‘Te deum laudamus.’
1
The sonne of god, oure lorde Ihesus,Ys man becum for love of us;
Therfore syng we and sey we thus:
‘Te deum laudamus.’
2
He hath bought us, thatt lorde so goode,And made us fre with his hert bloode;
Therfore syng we now with mylde moode:
‘Te deum laudamus.’
3
The holigost he didde us sendeTo dwelle with us ay withowte ende
And fro alle ille us to defende:
Te deum laudamus.
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