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11. What tidings bringest thou?
What tidings bringest thou, messenger,
Of Christës birth this Yolës day?
Of Christës birth this Yolës day?
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A babe is born of high nature,The Prince of Peace that ever shall be;
Of heaven and earth he hath the cure,
His lordship is eternity:
Such wonder tidings ye may hear,
That man is made now Goddës peer,
Whom sin had made but fiendës prey.
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A wonder thing is now befall;That king that formëd star and sun,
Heaven and earth and angels all,
Now in mankind is new begun:
Such wonder tidings ye may hear,
A 'fant is now of one year,
That hath been ever and shall be ay.
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That seemliest selcouth to see:This burd that hath this babe y-born
And lord conceived of high degree,
A maiden is as was beforn:
Such wonder tidings ye may hear,
That maiden and mother is one in fere,
And she a lady of great array.
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That loveliest gan greet her child:Hail Son, hail Brother, hail Father dear!
Hail daughter, he saith, Hail mother mild!
This hailing was on quaint manner.
Such wonder tidings ye may hear,
That hailing was of so good cheer
That mannës pain is turned to play.
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