Jhesu, fili virginis,
Miserere nobis.
Jhesu, of a mayde thou woldest be borne,
To save mankynde that was for-lorne,
and alle for owr synnes,
miserere nobis.
Angelis ther were, mylde of mode,
Song to that swete fode,
wyth joye and blisse:
miserere nobis.
In a cracche was that chylde layde,
Bothe oxe and asse wyth hymn playde,
Wyth joye and blisse,
miserere nobis.
Then for us he shadde his blode,
And alleso he dyedde on the rode,
And for us y-wysse,
miserere nobis.
And then to helle he toke the way,
To raunson hem that ther lay,
with joy and blisse:
miserere nobis.
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Jhesu, fili virginis,
Miserere nobis.
Jhesu, of a mayde thou woldest be borne,
To save mankynde that was for-lorne,
and alle for owr synnes,
miserere nobis.
Angelis ther were, mylde of mode,
Song to that swete fode,
wyth joye and blisse:
miserere nobis.
In a cracche was that chylde layde,
Bothe oxe and asse wyth hymn playde,
Wyth joye and blisse,
miserere nobis.
Then for us he shadde his blode,
And alleso he dyedde on the rode,
And for us y-wysse,
miserere nobis.
And then to helle he toke the way,
To raunson hem that ther lay,
with joy and blisse:
miserere nobis.
Miserere nobis.
Jhesu, of a mayde thou woldest be borne,
To save mankynde that was for-lorne,
and alle for owr synnes,
miserere nobis.
Angelis ther were, mylde of mode,
Song to that swete fode,
wyth joye and blisse:
miserere nobis.
In a cracche was that chylde layde,
Bothe oxe and asse wyth hymn playde,
Wyth joye and blisse,
miserere nobis.
Then for us he shadde his blode,
And alleso he dyedde on the rode,
And for us y-wysse,
miserere nobis.
And then to helle he toke the way,
To raunson hem that ther lay,
with joy and blisse:
miserere nobis.