Songs of sundrie natures some of grauitie, and others of myrth, fit for all companies and voyces. Lately made and composed into Musicke of 3. 4. 5. and 6. parts: and published for the delight of all such as take pleasure in the exercise of that Art |
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XXXV.
[From Virgins wombe this day did spring]
From Virgins wombe this day did spring,
The precious seed that saued man,
This day let man reioyce and sweetly sing
Since on this day saluacion first began,
This day dyd Christ mans soule from death remoue
With glorious Saints to dwell in heauen aboue.
The precious seed that saued man,
This day let man reioyce and sweetly sing
Since on this day saluacion first began,
This day dyd Christ mans soule from death remoue
With glorious Saints to dwell in heauen aboue.
This day to man came pledge of perfect peace,
This day to man came loue and vnitie,
This day mans griefe began for to surcease,
This day dyd man receiue a remedie,
For each offence and euery deadly sinne,
With guiltie hart that earst he wandred in.
This day to man came loue and vnitie,
This day mans griefe began for to surcease,
This day dyd man receiue a remedie,
For each offence and euery deadly sinne,
With guiltie hart that earst he wandred in.
In Christ his flock let loue be surely plast,
From Christ his flock let concord hate expell,
Of Christ his flock let loue be so embrast,
As we in Christ, and Christ in vs may dwell,
Christ is the Author of sweet vnitie,
From whence procedeth all felicitie.
From Christ his flock let concord hate expell,
Of Christ his flock let loue be so embrast,
As we in Christ, and Christ in vs may dwell,
Christ is the Author of sweet vnitie,
From whence procedeth all felicitie.
O sing vnto this glittering glorious king,
O praise his name let euery liuing thing,
Let hart and voyce like bells of siluer ring,
The comfort that this day to man doth bring,
Let Lute, let Shalme, with sound of sweet delight,
These ioyes of Christ his birth this day resight.
O praise his name let euery liuing thing,
Let hart and voyce like bells of siluer ring,
The comfort that this day to man doth bring,
Let Lute, let Shalme, with sound of sweet delight,
These ioyes of Christ his birth this day resight.
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