XXXIX. The sonne of god man bicome is
Of virgyn Marie, quene of blis.
1
Oute of youre slepe arryse and wake,
For god oure manhode now hath take
Of oure synnes vs free to make
Of virgyn Marie, quene of blis.
2
To the sheperdes keping theire folde,
That Crist was borne, an aungell tolde,
And in Bethelem fynde hym they sholde
With virgyn Marie, quene of blis.
3
To Bethelem than they toke theire wey
And founde that chielde there, where he ley
In an oxe stalle in poore arraye
With virgyn Mary, quene of blis.
4
Fro ferre cuntree came kingis three
To seke that king of magestee,
The whiche was borne to make vs free
Of virgyn Mary, quene of blis.
5
Golde and myrre and swete encense
Thise kingis gave with gret reuerence
To this king borne without offence
Of virgyn Mary, quene of blis.
6
Into Egipte Ioseph fledde thoo
With the chielde and moder alsoo:
The aungell bade hym thidder goo
With virgyn Mary, quene of blis.
7
King Herode thanne chaunged his moode,
When Cristes birthe he vndrestoode,
The whiche hathe take bothe fleshe and blode
Of virgyn Mary, quene of blis.
8
And in Betheleme in his grete fure
Children he slewe, that were full pure,
For Cristes sake, that toke nature
Of virgyn Mary, quene of blis.
9
Nowe beseche we that king of grace,
In blis that we may haue a place
Therin to see his glorious face
With virgyn Mary, quene of blis.
