Man, be glad in halle and bour,
This tyme wa born our savyour.
In this tyme a chyld was born,
To save tho sowl that wern for-lorn,
For us he werde garlond of thorn,
All it was for our honour.
The eytende day he was schorn,
To fulfylle the law that was be-forn,
Of meknesse he blew his born.
Good Fryday was don on rode,
The Jews spyltyn his herte blode,
Mary, his moder, be hym stode;
oe ben our help and our socour.
On Esterne Day he gan up ryse,
To techyn hem that wern on-wyse;
Jhesu, for oour woundes five,
oe ben our help and our socour.
On Halwyn Thursday he gan up steye
To his fader, that sit on heye;
Jhesu, for oour curteysye,
oe ben our help and our socour.
On Qwytsunday he gan doun sende
Wyt and wysdam us to a-mende;
Jhesu, bryng us to that ende,
With-outyn delay, our savyour!
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Man, be glad in halle and bour,
This tyme wa born our savyour.
In this tyme a chyld was born,
To save tho sowl that wern for-lorn,
For us he werde garlond of thorn,
All it was for our honour.
The eytende day he was schorn,
To fulfylle the law that was be-forn,
Of meknesse he blew his born.
Good Fryday was don on rode,
The Jews spyltyn his herte blode,
Mary, his moder, be hym stode;
oe ben our help and our socour.
On Esterne Day he gan up ryse,
To techyn hem that wern on-wyse;
Jhesu, for oour woundes five,
oe ben our help and our socour.
On Halwyn Thursday he gan up steye
To his fader, that sit on heye;
Jhesu, for oour curteysye,
oe ben our help and our socour.
On Qwytsunday he gan doun sende
Wyt and wysdam us to a-mende;
Jhesu, bryng us to that ende,
With-outyn delay, our savyour!
This tyme wa born our savyour.
In this tyme a chyld was born,
To save tho sowl that wern for-lorn,
For us he werde garlond of thorn,
All it was for our honour.
The eytende day he was schorn,
To fulfylle the law that was be-forn,
Of meknesse he blew his born.
Good Fryday was don on rode,
The Jews spyltyn his herte blode,
Mary, his moder, be hym stode;
oe ben our help and our socour.
On Esterne Day he gan up ryse,
To techyn hem that wern on-wyse;
Jhesu, for oour woundes five,
oe ben our help and our socour.
On Halwyn Thursday he gan up steye
To his fader, that sit on heye;
Jhesu, for oour curteysye,
oe ben our help and our socour.
On Qwytsunday he gan doun sende
Wyt and wysdam us to a-mende;
Jhesu, bryng us to that ende,
With-outyn delay, our savyour!