XCIX. Right, as the aungell tolde, it is,
That nowe is borne the king of blis.
1
The prophesy fulfilled is
Of the prophetes now alle and sume,
For why the faders sonne of blis
To save mankyende is man bicome.
And why is this, but for oure mys,
That now is borne the king of blis?
2
His loue to vs was so feruent,
That he came downe, that lorde so good,
Fro blisse in to this vale present
And of Mary toke flesshe and blode.
And why was this, but for oure mys,
That now is borne the king of blis?
3
And so oure nature he hath take
To his godhede withouten synne
And hath brought vs oute of that lake,
That oure parent had brought vs in.
And why was this, but for oure mys,
That nowe is borne the king of blis?
4
By vertu of the holy goost,
Into here wombe that downe did light,
The sonne of god of myghtis moost
She hath brought furth, that mayden bright.
And why was this, but for oure mys,
That nowe is borne the king of blis?
5
As the sonne beame goth thurgh the glas,
And as a floure berith his odoure,
So Crist of her conceyved was
And borne of her withoute doloure.
And why was this, but for oure mys,
That now is borne the king of blis?
6
Beholde and see the lowe descence
Of Criest, that is so high in trone,
To take nature for oure offence,
The whiche offence did neuir none.
And why was this, but for oure mys,
That now is borne the king of blis?
7
When he was borne, that lorde and king,
Oute of thraldome to bringe mankyende,
‘Ioye be to god’, aungellis did synge,
In holy scripture as we fyende.
And why was this, but for oure mys,
That now is borne the king of blis?
8
Now beseche we this king of grace
For to graunte vs a place in blis
And hym to se there face to face,
There ioye and peas shall neuir mysse.
And why is this, but for oure mys,
That nowe is borne the king of blis?
