CXXXV. Dulciter pangamus:
‘Te deum laudamus.’
1
The sonne of god hath take nature
Of mylde Mary, thatt uirgyn pure,
To saue mankynde (thus seith scripture).
Te deum laudamus.
2
When he was born, thatte lorde and king,
Owte of thraldome mankynd to bring,
With on accorde angellis didde sing:
‘Te deum laudamus.’
3
O lorde most dere, that hast no pere,
With the sweete quere of apostlys dere
Bothe farre and nere with ioyfull chere
Te deum laudamus.
4
The potestatis vniuersall
In thi highe court imperiall
Geuyth the honowre perpetuall:
‘Te deum laudamus.’
5
Cherubyn and seraphin with loue ardent
Euermore crie with on assent,
O lorde of vertu omnipotent:
‘Te deum laudamus.’
6
O endles god in persons thre,
Thi prophetis alle in ther degre
Laude and honowre they geue to þe:
‘Te deum laudamus.’
7
O heuenly prince most glorious,
The triumphe wonne laborious
Thi martirs sing victorious:
‘Te deum laudamus.’
8
With confessours, virgyns alsoo,
With heremitis and many moo,
For thou hast brought us owte of woo,
Te deum laudamus.
