CXXX. Syng we alle thys tyme thus:
‘Te deum laudamus.’
1
O swete Ihesu, we knowlege this,
Thatte thou art kyng of heuen blis
And endles god thy fader is:
Te deum laudamus.
2
The virgyns wombe thou hast not forsake,
Butte thou of itte mankynd hast take
Man, thatte was bonde, fre forto make:
Te deum laudamus.
3
Deth ouercome and sette a side
Thou hast openyd heuens full wide
To feithfull men, thatt the abyde:
Te deum laudamus.
4
Thou sittist atte thi faders right honde
A-boue in blisse, we vnderstonde,
The iuge to be of euery londe:
Te deum laudamus.
5
Therfore helpe us, thou lorde so goode,
Thatt hast bought us with thi hert bloode,
To whom we syng nowe with mylde moode:
‘Te deum laudamus.’
6
Make us, goode lorde Ihesu most fre,
Withe endles ioye rewardid to be
With thy saynctys in blysse with the:
Te deum laudamus.
7
Saue us, goode lorde Ihesu, alsoo
And defende us fro endles woo,
Into thi blisse thatte we may goo:
Te deum laudamus.
8
Goode lorde, by day and eke by nyght
We laude and prayse the with oure myght
And blisse thy name, as itt is right:
Te deum laudamus.
9
Thatte itte may please the, lord, we pray,
Forto kepe us fro syn this day,
In blisse thatte we may sing for ay:
‘Te deum laudamus.’
10
Thy mercy, lorde, on us mot be,
Thatte with thy bloode hast made us fre,
Sith we do trust only in the:
Te deum laudamus.
