 | Songs and carols from a manuscript in the British Museum of the fifteenth century |  |
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LVI. Man, be glad in halle and bour,
This tyme was born our savyour.
In this tyme a chyld was born,
To save tho sowle that wern forlorn;
For us he werde garlond of thorn,
Al it was for our honour.
To save tho sowle that wern forlorn;
For us he werde garlond of thorn,
Al it was for our honour.
The eytende day he was schorn,
To fulfylle the lawe that was beforn;
Of meknesse he blew his horn
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To fulfylle the lawe that was beforn;
Of meknesse he blew his horn
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On Good Fryday was don on rode;
The Juwes spyltyn his herte blode;
Mary, his moder, be hym stode;
ȝe ben our help and our socour.
The Juwes spyltyn his herte blode;
Mary, his moder, be hym stode;
ȝe ben our help and our socour.
On Esterne day he gan up ryse,
To techyn hem that wern onwyse;
Jhesu, for ȝour woundes five,
ȝe ben our, etc.
To techyn hem that wern onwyse;
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ȝe ben our, etc.
On Halwyn Thursday he gan up steye,
To his fader that sit on heye;
Jhesu, for your curteysye,
ȝe ben, etc.
To his fader that sit on heye;
Jhesu, for your curteysye,
ȝe ben, etc.
On Qwytsunday he gan doun sende
Wyt and Wysdam us to amende;
Jhesu, bryng us to that ende,
Withoutyn delay, our savyour.
Wyt and Wysdam us to amende;
Jhesu, bryng us to that ende,
Withoutyn delay, our savyour.
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