To make his gode gestis glad,
¶ With a spere of grounden gad;
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Þan was founde a fell fawset,
In þe trie tunne it was sette,
In cristes hert was piȝt and pette,
Hys brest was al be-blad.
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III.
¶ I haue ioye forto gest
Of þe lambe of love with-oute oþe;
Hys flessche is oure faire feest,
And curteisly he ȝeueþ vs cloþe.
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IV.
¶ Viij feestis oure lord gan dresse, [folio 131]
And all be newe euery ȝere.
Heuene quene and hell Emperesse,
A blisful blosum þi bosum bere!
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¶ His fleissh fediþ more and lesse,
And fendiþ vs from feendis fere;
Þe kirnell sprang at Cristemasse
Þat now is crist in a cake clere,
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¶ Þe preest drynkeþ blessyd bere,
Goddis blood in sacrament.
Almyȝty god omnipotent,
Hys blessyd body haþ sent
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To fede hys freendys here.
V.
¶ Cristemasse first is founde,
Whan god was borne with beest in bynne.
At newe ȝere cryst þoled wounde
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And schadde hys blood for mannus [MS. mainus.] synne.
Þe Epiphanye is gret on grounde.
On estre day welþes we wynne.
