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NOW LET VS SING.
Now let vs sing with joy and mirth, In honour of the Lord's birth, For his loue and humanitie, Quha gaue him sell for vs to die.
By A dame wee were all forlorne, Bot now Christ Jesus to vs borne, Hes fred vs from captiuitie, And vincust hes our enemie.
When hee was borne, nane did him snib, To lye right law in till ane crabe : Ane oxe, ane asse, right tenderly, Refreshit his humanity.
His godheid misters no support, For it was full of all comfort; Whilke equall is in all degree Unto his Father's majestic
The angells sang with mirrinesse Unto the hyrdes more and lesse, And bade them of gude comfort bee, For Christes new natiuitie. |
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