The Fyrst Day Wan Crist Was Borne Lyrics

Nowel, el el el el, I thank it a maydyn every del.

The fyrst day wan Crist was borne,
Ther sprong a ros owt of a thorne,
To save mankynd that was for-lorne,
I thanke it a maydyn every dyll.

In an oxstall the chyld was fownd,
In por clothyng the chyld was wond;
He soferyd many a dedly wond;
I thanke it a maydyn every dyll.

A garlond of thornys on his hed was sett,
A scharp sper to hys hart was smet;
The Jewys seydyn, Take the that!
I thanke it a maydyn every dyll.

The Juwys dedyn cryyn her parlament;
On the day of judgment,
They werryn aferd, thei huld hem schent.
I thanke it a maydyn every dyll.

Tho the peler he was bowdyn;
Tho his hart a sper was stunggyn;
For us he sofered a dedly wondyn.
I thanke it a maydyn every dyll.