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XLVII. Man, be glad in halle and bour,
This tyme was born our Savyour.

In this tyme Cryst haȝt us sent
His owyn sone in present,
To dwelle with us verement,
To ben our helpe and socour.
In this tyme ros a sterre cler,
Over Bedlem, as bryȝt as fer,
In tokenyng that he hadde non per,
Lord God, kyng, and emperour.
In this tyme it is befalle,
He that deyid for us alle,

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Born he was in assis stalle,
Of Mary, that swete flour.
In this tyme kemyn thre kynges,
He kemyn fro fer with ryche thinges,
For to makyn here offerynges
On here knen with gret honour.
In this tyme prey we
To hym that deyid on the tre,
On us have mercy and peté,
And bryng us alle to his tour.